Summary: Daniel and Y/N, co-stars on a film set, experience an intense connection that quickly blossoms into love. As they navigate their deepening relationship, they find that their off-screen romance becomes the greatest story of their lives.
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It was a bright, crisp morning in Berlin, and the air buzzed with excitement as the cast and crew gathered for the first day of shooting. This was no ordinary film set—this was the next big project from a critically acclaimed director, and everyone knew it had the potential to be a masterpiece. The title of the film, still under wraps, hinted at a deep, emotional journey that would challenge both the actors and the audience.
Y/N arrived on set with a mix of nerves and excitement, feeling the weight of this opportunity. It was their first major role, and although they had done their fair share of indie films and theater, this was different. The script had resonated deeply with Y/N when they first read it, and they knew this role could be a turning point in their career.
As Y/N stepped out of their trailer, adjusting the costume that already felt like a second skin, they noticed a familiar face on set. Daniel Brühl was speaking with the director, his warm, easygoing smile lighting up his features. Y/N had always admired Daniel’s work from afar—the subtlety of his performances, the way he could convey so much with just a glance or a slight change in his expression. Meeting him in person, however, was something they hadn’t quite prepared for.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N walked over to where Daniel and the director were chatting. As they approached, the director noticed Y/N and smiled broadly. "Ah, Y/N! Perfect timing. Come meet your co-star."
Daniel turned towards Y/N, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. His eyes met Y/N’s, and there was an unmistakable spark—a connection that went beyond the usual pleasantries of a first meeting. Daniel’s smile widened, and there was a warmth in his gaze that immediately put Y/N at ease.
“Hi, I’m Daniel,” he said, extending his hand.
“Y/N,” they replied, shaking his hand. The touch lingered a bit longer than necessary, and Y/N felt a strange but pleasant flutter in their chest.
“It’s great to finally meet you,” Daniel continued, his voice smooth and genuinely kind. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”
Y/N chuckled, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. “Well, I hope I can live up to the hype.”
“I’m sure you will,” Daniel said, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s. “I watched some of your previous work. You’re really talented.”
Y/N was caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.”
Before the conversation could continue, the director clapped his hands. “Alright, let’s get started! We’ve got a lot to cover today.”
The first scene they were shooting was a pivotal one—an intense confrontation between Y/N and Daniel’s characters. The air was charged with anticipation as the crew set up the shot. Y/N took their position, trying to focus on the character’s emotions, but found themselves distracted by the fact that Daniel was standing so close.
Daniel, sensing Y/N’s nervousness, leaned in slightly and whispered, “Don’t worry, just be in the moment. We’ve got this.”
Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. As soon as the director called “Action,” the transformation was instantaneous. Y/N slipped into their character’s mindset, and the world around them faded away. The scene required them to confront Daniel’s character, emotions running high as they delivered their lines with a mixture of anger and vulnerability.
Daniel was incredible. His performance was raw, powerful, and it drew Y/N in, making it easy to react naturally. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and it crackled with intensity, as if they had known each other for years instead of mere minutes.
When the director finally called “Cut,” there was a moment of stunned silence on set. Y/N blinked, coming back to reality, and noticed that the crew was staring at them with something like awe. The director had a wide grin on his face.
“That was fantastic!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “The chemistry between you two is electric. If we can capture even a fraction of that in every scene, we’ve got something truly special here.”
Y/N glanced over at Daniel, who was still looking at them with that same warm smile. “You were amazing,” he said softly, his eyes full of admiration.
“So were you,” Y/N replied, feeling the flutter in their chest return.
As the day progressed, the initial nerves melted away. Daniel and Y/N fell into an easy rhythm, their connection both on and off-screen growing stronger with each take. Between scenes, they would chat about everything from their favorite films to their experiences growing up in different parts of the world. They discovered they had a lot in common—a shared love for classic cinema, a penchant for exploring new places, and a mutual respect for the craft of acting.
During lunch, they found themselves sitting together, away from the rest of the cast and crew. It wasn’t intentional, but it felt natural, as if they had always gravitated toward each other. As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and the occasional teasing remark.
“You know,” Daniel said, leaning back in his chair, “I didn’t expect to meet someone who’s as passionate about cinema as I am.”
Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth in their heart. “I could say the same about you. It’s nice to talk to someone who gets it.”
Daniel nodded, his expression thoughtful. “It’s rare to find someone who really understands what it’s like to lose yourself in a role, to feel that connection with the character and the story. I can tell you’re someone who does.”
Y/N looked at Daniel, their eyes meeting once again. There was something in his gaze that made their heart skip a beat—an intensity, a depth that went beyond mere attraction. It was as if they were seeing each other, truly seeing each other, for the first time.
“I feel the same way,” Y/N admitted, their voice soft but sincere. “There’s something about this project, about working with you… It feels different. Special.”
Daniel’s gaze softened, and he reached across the table, his hand gently covering Y/N’s. “I feel it too,” he said quietly. “I think this could be the start of something really wonderful.”
The rest of the shoot passed in a blur. Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, Y/N and Daniel’s connection deepened. Their scenes together were electric, filled with a chemistry that was palpable to everyone on set. Off-camera, they spent more and more time together, often finding excuses to stay late after a day of shooting just to talk, to be in each other’s company.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of filming, they decided to take a walk around the city. The night was cool, the streets quiet as they wandered aimlessly, talking about everything and nothing. Daniel seemed more relaxed than usual, his usual charisma softened by the late hour and the intimacy of the moment.
As they walked along the Spree River, the moonlight reflecting off the water, Daniel suddenly stopped. Y/N, who had been in the middle of a story, turned to look at him in surprise.
“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked, concerned.
Daniel smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s just… I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”
Y/N’s heart began to race, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation bubbling up inside them. “What is it?”
Daniel hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
The question caught Y/N off guard. They stared at Daniel, their mind racing. Did they believe in love at first sight? They had always thought it was something that only happened in movies, in the stories they told on screen. But as they looked into Daniel’s eyes, so full of sincerity and something deeper, something that felt a lot like love, they found themselves reconsidering.
“I’m not sure,” Y/N replied honestly. “But… I think I might be starting to.”
Daniel’s smile widened, and without another word, he took a step closer. The distance between them disappeared as he gently cupped Y/N’s face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. Y/N’s breath caught in their throat as Daniel leaned in, his lips brushing theirs in a kiss that was soft, tentative, and full of unspoken emotions.
The world seemed to fade away in that moment. There was no film set, no crew, no cameras—just the two of them, standing by the river, lost in each other. The kiss deepened, and Y/N felt a warmth spread through their entire body, a sense of rightness, of inevitability, as if this was exactly where they were meant to be.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they shared a quiet moment of connection.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment we met,” Daniel admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N smiled, their heart full. “So have I.”
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten. It was a perfect moment, the kind that Y/N had only ever experienced in the movies they loved so much. But this wasn’t a script, and this wasn’t a role. This was real, and it was happening to them.
As they walked back to their hotel, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like they were living in a dream. But it was better than any dream they could have imagined—because it was real, and it was theirs.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions, both on and off set. Their relationship blossomed quietly, just under the radar of the curious eyes of the cast and crew. Though they kept it professional during filming, it was impossible to hide the subtle glances, the shared smiles, and the way their hands would brush as they passed each other by.
Y/N found themselves falling deeper for Daniel with every passing day. He was kind and considerate, with a sense of humor that caught them off guard and made them laugh when they least expected it. They had never felt this way before, and it scared them as much as it thrilled them. But there was a comfort in Daniel’s presence, a sense of safety that made them feel like everything was going to be okay.
One afternoon, they had a rare day off from shooting, and Daniel suggested they explore the city together. Berlin was full of history and culture, and though Y/N had been there for weeks, they hadn’t had much time to truly experience it.
They spent the day wandering through art galleries and museums, stopping at cafes for coffee and pastries. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how Daniel seemed to know all the best spots, the hidden gems that only locals frequented. He would tell stories about the city’s history, pointing out landmarks and sharing little anecdotes that made Y/N feel like they were getting a private tour from someone who truly loved the place.
As the day turned into evening, they found themselves at a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The candlelit atmosphere was intimate, and Y/N could feel their heart racing as they sat across from Daniel, the flickering light casting shadows across his handsome features.
“This place is beautiful,” Y/N said, looking around at the warm, inviting decor. “How did you find it?”
Daniel smiled, a little shyly. “I’ve been here a few times. It’s one of my favorite spots in the city. I thought you might like it.”
Y/N reached across the table, taking his hand in theirs. “I love it. Thank you for bringing me here.”
Daniel’s eyes softened, and he squeezed Y/N’s hand gently. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say,” he began, his voice serious.
Y/N felt a flutter of nerves in their stomach. “What is it?”
Daniel hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but… I can’t help the way I feel. From the moment we met, I felt this connection between us, something I’ve never experienced before. I don’t want to scare you off, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Y/N’s breath caught in their throat, their heart pounding in their chest. They had felt it too, but hearing Daniel say it out loud made it all the more real, all the more intense.
“I feel the same way,” Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been trying to make sense of it, but… I think I’m falling for you too.”
The relief in Daniel’s eyes was palpable, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He stood up from his seat, moving to sit beside Y/N, and pulled them into a gentle embrace. Y/N melted into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against theirs, the steady beat of his heart under their cheek.
For a while, they just sat there, holding each other, letting the world outside fade away. It was as if time had stopped, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness. They talked quietly, sharing their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. It was easy to be vulnerable with Daniel, easy to let down the walls they had built around their heart.
As the evening wore on, they decided to head back to the hotel, their hands intertwined as they walked through the quiet streets. The city was alive with the soft hum of nightlife, but Y/N only had eyes for Daniel, who looked at them with such affection that it made their heart ache in the best possible way.
When they reached Y/N’s hotel room, they lingered outside the door, neither of them wanting the night to end. Daniel brushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, his touch tender and full of longing.
“Can I come in?” he asked softly, his voice full of emotion.
Y/N nodded, their heart racing. They opened the door, leading Daniel inside, and as soon as it closed behind them, he pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of all the emotions they had been holding back, all the desire and affection that had been building between them since the day they met.
They stumbled toward the bed, their lips never breaking contact, and as they fell into the soft sheets, Y/N knew this was where they were meant to be—wrapped in Daniel’s arms, lost in the feeling of being loved and cherished by someone who saw them for who they truly were.
The night was a blur of whispered words and tender touches, of shared laughter and quiet moments of connection. When they finally drifted off to sleep, tangled up in each other, Y/N felt a peace they had never known before. It was as if all the pieces of their life had finally fallen into place, and they knew, deep in their heart, that this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.
The next morning, they woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Daniel was still asleep beside them, his face peaceful and relaxed, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they watched him. They had never felt this content, this happy, and they knew they had found something special, something worth holding onto.
As Daniel stirred awake, his eyes meeting Y/N’s with a sleepy smile, they leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good morning,” Y/N whispered, their voice full of affection.
“Good morning,” Daniel replied, his voice husky with sleep. He pulled Y/N closer, his arms wrapping around them as if he never wanted to let go. “Last night was… incredible.”
“It was,” Y/N agreed, their heart swelling with emotion. “I don’t want this to end.”
“It doesn’t have to,” Daniel said, his gaze serious. “I meant what I said last night. I’m falling for you, Y/N, and I want to see where this goes. I don’t care about the logistics or what anyone else thinks. All I know is that I want to be with you.”
Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes as they looked into Daniel’s sincere gaze. They had been so afraid to let themselves fall, but now that they had, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“I want that too,” Y/N said, their voice choked with emotion. “I want to be with you, Daniel.”
He smiled, a smile so full of warmth and love that it took Y/N’s breath away. “Then let’s make it happen. We’ll figure it out together.”
And so, they did. As the film production continued, so did their relationship, growing stronger with each passing day. They faced the challenges together, navigating the complexities of a public relationship in a private world, but nothing could diminish the connection they shared.
When the film finally wrapped, and it was time to say goodbye to the set and the characters they had brought to life, Y/N and Daniel knew that this was just the beginning of their story. They had found something real, something lasting, and as they walked hand in hand into the next chapter of their lives, they knew they were ready to face whatever came next, as long as they were together.
In the end, it wasn’t just a love story scripted for the screen—it was their love story, one that would continue to unfold in ways they could never have imagined. And as they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that this was the greatest role they would ever play, not as actors, but as themselves, deeply in love and ready to take on the world, side by side.
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Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?
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Previous chapter: You and Niki had a trip out, though you still had doubts in your mind about what James had told you. Niki took it on himself to try and convince you to let them go.
A/N: Sorry
Warnings: Sexism
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You kicked your legs, looked down at your nails and sighed. You glanced at your wristwatch and sighed again. Your fingers fidgeted with your engagement ring as you looked briefly around the kitchen in Niki’s apartment. The Weiner schnitzel dish you had prepared half an hour ago lay on the table. The smell of it now lingered all over the apartment. Some flowers you had placed on the middle of the table drooped. It was a depressing sight to you.
He said he would be back half an hour ago.
Another sigh left your lips as you glanced back down at the watch. Shaking your head, you stood up from the counter stool. You grabbed your leather jacket, which hung over your chair's back, and collected your keys. Leaving the apartment, you jumped onto the back of your motorbike, already mapping out in your mind the quickest way to the Ferrari garage.
As you drove, you noticed dark clouds covering the sky. You groaned as the first few spits of rain landed on your face and ran down your skin. You could have turned back now and avoided the larger storm likely to follow, but you were more determined to drag Niki’s ass back home.
As you pulled into the Ferrari’s car pack, the rain picked up and limited your vision field. The garage was covered in mist, and you had to squint to see if you could see anyone.
You pulled your jacket over your head and tried to shield yourself from the downpour of rain as you ran to the garage. Usually, where Niki stayed was empty, so you pulled open the door to the backrooms. You were hit with a wall of warmth. You shrugged your jacket off your shoulders and shook your head to dispel the droplets in your hair. Your steps echoed around the abandoned hallway as you looked into every room to find where Niki had hidden from the rain.
Walking deeper into the garage, you heard men chatting and laughing. It grew louder and louder. The corner of your lips curled as you detected the Austrian accent amongst the Italian ones. You reach the room where you can see the light through the window. When you looked in, you could see the mechanics standing and sitting around sofas, many mugs piled around them. As you peered through the window, you could see Niki standing with one mechanic to the side of the room.
You grabbed the door handle, ready to open it and pull Niki away when you froze. The door was thin, and the words came through clearly. You could hear what they were all joking about, but the window was small enough that none of them had noticed you. And for a good reason, for what they were talking about made your body freeze like stone.
“So what’s she like, eh?” the mechanic next to Niki asked as he nudged Niki in his side.
“A good fuck?”
Niki looked to the ground, the faint traces of a blush on his cheeks, and he let out a few chuckles.
“Well, you know what they say about women like her,” he replied, looking around at the mechanics as they all laughed and nudged each other, gesturing with their arms.
“You will not keep her around, though? When you’ve learnt all you need from her, you’ll leave the bitch behind. She won’t stay in f1 long after that.”
Niki looked around at the mechanics before speaking, his awkward smile still plastered on his face.
“Maybe,” he paused, “once I win the championship… I won’t need her….”
“Yeah, show her where she belongs!” one guy you couldn’t see added in, and the other men around Niki agreed.
You shook your head, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. You brought your shaky hand up to your cheek and tried to swipe it away. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, rushing at one hundred miles an hour.
“She’s probably fucking that, Hunt. He can’t keep it in his pants to save his life. It’s what everyone says, even this Mclaren mechanic I was talking to the other day. He said he saw them together, and she was on her knees, if you know what I mean.”
The awkward smile on Niki’s face slipped; a grimace replaced it as his tongue poked against his cheek. He exhaled, looking at the floor.
You took one step back, then another. Your eyes were still fixed on the window and not where you walked. As you took another step back, a sharp pain shot through your back. You walked into a cabinet, and the screwdriver that had been placed on it clattered onto the ground, the sound making you wince.
You saw through the window as Niki looked up, and his eyes locked onto yours.
You turned and ran.
You could hear him shout after you. You continued to run. As he continued to call, you could hear the door slam open. You continued to run.
You run out of the building and felt the heavy rain drench you. It was pouring. Your shirt clung to your body, soaked, your jacket remaining in your hand. Your legs carried you forward, eyes latched on your motorbike, which you had parked far away from the building.
As you charged towards it, you felt a stiff hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you to a halt.
“Y/n, wait.”
“Let go of me, Niki,” you snapped, refusing to look behind.
“Not until you listen to me.”
You could feel the moment it fractured. It had been slowly crumbling the moment the first words left Niki’s lips, but at that moment, you felt your heart separated in two. In a messy, bloody explosion in your chest.
“No! You don’t get to say things like that and expect me to listen to you again,” you hissed, turning around and looking at Niki. His curled hair was drenched and stuck to his head. His skin was wet, glimmering in the garage lights. As the rain fell, his suit got darker. He frowned, eyes piercing into you. His hand was still on your wrist, and you felt your arm become numb from the contact. Hating the feeling of his skin touching yours, you wretched your wrist out of his grasp.
“You don’t understand I-”
“Oh, I understand plenty, Niki. You were using me. God, I should have seen it. Why was I so fucking dumb?” You paused, your chest heaving as all the memories flooded your mind. “Even James saw it! And you lied to me!”
“I didn’t lie,” Niki spat out. His lips curled, and his eyes narrowed as he stepped towards you.
“Stop fucking lying!!”
You could feel wetness drip down your cheek, but you were too far gone to tell if it was from the rain or your eyes.
“Our entire relationship was a lie. Every moment,” you sobbed, your chest heaving as you tried to rub away the tears from your eyes.
“Everything was a lie,”
Niki’s stare hardened, and a scowl appeared on his face.
“So that’s what you think, then? That I’m a liar?”
“Of course you are! Saying those horrible things about me in there, I can’t- I never thought.”
You looked away and then back to Niki, shaking your head.
“I never thought someone like you could swoop so low. You really are an asshole.”
Niki’s eyebrows raised, and he scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked at you in disdain.
“You’re so quick to fucking judge me, huh? But that’s not it, is it? You’ve been looking for a way out for a while, ever since James fucking spoke to you. Fucked you as well. You needed a reason to dump me so you could fuck him without guilt.”
You stepped forward towards Niki, feeling the anger surge through you. It burned, scorching through your veins and your heart that lay at the bottom of your chest. Your hand is raised without you thinking about it. Niki stepped forward, looking down at you, only inches apart.
“Slap me.”
You hesitated.
“Go on, do it. If that will make you feel good about everything you’ve done.”
You dropped your hand and shook your head. Taking a step back, your hand tugged at your finger, pulling at your engagement ring. When it slipped off, you threw the ring onto the muddy ground by Niki’s foot.
“Fuck you, Niki.”
You turned and stormed off towards your bike. Niki doesn’t stop you. You jumped onto the bike, grimacing at the wetness of the seat. You rev the engine and pull out of the parking lot, thinking about what hotel you could stay at for the night. As you got to the entrance, you paused. Your mind is screaming not to do it, but the last piece of your heart is begging. You look behind.
Niki stood still for a moment, his head looking to the ground. Then Niki kicked the ring laid by his feet; it flew into the air and then scattered into the mud below, sinking into the ground. He shoved his hands into his suit pockets and turned around, walking back into the garage. He doesn’t look back.
You let out one more sob as you look away and accelerate out of the garage.
warnings ↠ swearing, bratiness, nsfw activites, s e x, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids) niki being a bit rough
word count ↠ 8,045 (i know right?)
synopsis ↠ after being caught in a restricted area during a race by niki lauda, he intends to make your life a living hell
your body flops onto the couch of your fathers study, your father who despite clicking away on his typewriter, still manages to look up at you and scrunch his face up at the sight of what you'd chosen to wear. even if he didn't say anything, you could tell by the look on his face that your clothing of choice was the reason.
looking up at the ceiling of your fathers study, delicate patterns painted into the white surface, providing a rather beautiful picture for you to stare at as you waited for her father to finally finish whatever work he was doing; eager to get on to the activities your family had planned.
with little to no warning last night, your mother had poked her head into your room to let you know that you were being dragged along with your father and mother to the races tomorrow, the formula three out in london to be precise.
being given little to no choice as to whether or not you'd be accompanying them, you thought it only fair you ignite your own small personal resistance by making sure to wear an outfit you know your father and mother would detest to no end. a lovely minidress, with earthy tones and patterns, accompanied with a dark brown of leather knee high boots, all topped with one of her most favorite fur coats.
with an outfit like this, you knew your parents would be embarrassed to no end.
they'd long given up on trying to control your behavior, quickly realizing that their daughter's continuous spouts of acting out were something they'd rather ignore than put effort into; a mindset that seemed to encourage you, while your parents only ignored you more.
you'd be lying if you said that races didn't bring you a sense of wicked anticipation; it wasn't the sport that excited you in of itself, but the people you would encounter. you knew you had little interest in watching cars speed around in a circle over 70 times, you did however, have a very keen interest in racers and the people they encountered.
it had not taken much longer of annoying your father before he caved and picked up his coat, eliciting an excited grin from his daughters face as you jumped up from the couch and practically skipped out to the car where your mother was already waiting for you both, applying powder to her face.
perhaps in another world, a world where your parents weren't socialites who cared for nothing but the way they appeared to others, you wouldn't have been swept under the rug as the disappointment. maybe you would have gotten the attention you so craved as a child.
swept out of your own thoughts as the car's engine sprung to life, it was not long before you were driving out of the painfully long driveway of the estate and in the direction of the location of the formula three race track.
-
the moment you opened the car door and exited, you could hear the sound of conversations and laughter within the crowds, accompanied by the sound of drills and tools in the background, no doubt racers making any last minute adjustments to their cars before it was time to go out onto the track.
it hadn't taken long for your mother and father to begin mingling with friends of theirs, all while you stood on the sidelines, occasionally smiling politely and shaking hands of people who insisted they'd met you before at one of your parents many dinner parties, yet there were too many for you yourself to keep up with, especially when you normally spent them hulled up in your room desperately trying to escape any and all interactions.
it was drawing on and on, slowly driving you crazy, you hadn't even been able to go to your seat yet, purely because your father was constantly getting distracted by people he knew, that or business partners.
surprisingly enough, it was easier than you thought to slip away from your parents radar, simply taking a skillful hard left turn as they continued walking further into the crowd of people for them to converse with. a fate you were more than happy to avoid.
looking around, you adjusted the brown tinted sunglasses hanging on your nose bridge, pushing them slightly further down so that you could scope out the area you'd managed to find yourself in. to be fair, you hadn't exactly known where you were going when you took that sudden left turn, only that you wanted to disappear from your parents view, a goal you had succeeded in, only to be set with another.
find out where exactly you'd ended up.
continuing further, you very quickly realized you'd turned directly into the racers area, hearing the sound of drills and tools in the distance, as well as the occasional chatter as men walked past you, offering no investigation as to who you were and why you were in this area. this didn't exactly surprise you, seeing as it was nowhere near abnormal for racers to gain a plethora of groupies.
walking around all of the trailers, you couldn't help but peer your head around to stare at the cars within, your curiosity getting the better of you.
it didn't take much longer before your snooping led you to a particularly interesting sight, a beautiful red formula vee, an expensive one at that. whoever it was who owned this machine most certainly did not spare any expense when it came to upgrades.
reaching your hand forward, you hesitated, taking a moment to look left and right, ensuring that there was nobody around before you threw all caution to the wind, biting back a borderline shit eating grin before leaning forward to run your fingertips on the cars smooth surface.
though expensive, you had to admire it, it was indeed a beautiful car, very well looked after.
every gear was polished to perfection, it was clean as a whistle and every part of it was up to date; whoever owned this car wasn't just well off, they knew about what made a good working car.
you were prepared to have the question of the cars owner remain one that was unanswered, you should have gone back sooner, even if your parents most certainly weren't missing you, the race was bound to start soon.
"would you mind telling me what you're doing?"
you never truly understood the phrase 'scared half to death' until now, feeling your heart jump to life, beating rapidly as you spun around to see the culprit to your near heart attack.
quickly trying to gain your composure, you reached a hand to pull some of the hair that fell forward out of your face, steadying yourself and raising your eyebrows in some poor attempt to appear cool and collected despite the fact that the smirk this stranger wore most certainly met that he knew he had scared you and found it amusing.
already drawn in by the appeal of the challenge her was proposing, you tilted your head and only mirrored his smirk; letting your head turn back down to the car, only just now noticing the name written on the middle in white writing.
"niki lauda i'm guessing?"
his response was only to raise his eyebrows, tilting his head and raising his arms out to gesture to himself in a way before crossing them promptly, only returning to the vaguely unimpressed look he was first wearing.
you couldn't stand that look, it reminded you far too much of your father.
"i can't imagine how you could have guessed."
sarcasm dripped from his voice, along with an accent you couldn't quite pinpoint, you knew it was german, but you were unable to guess exactly where in germany. you wanted to pretend you were surprised that the person with one of the most well looked after cars was in fact german, yet you just couldn't.
the fact that you'd been near his car without his permission or knowledge was definitely the main reason he seemed annoyed by your presence, however, it probably didn't help that you only let out a small chuckle and shrugged your shoulders, only seeming to antagonize him more.
letting out a sigh, you took a moment to push your sunglasses back in front of your eyes, looking out back in the direction you came from before back at lauda, smirking and turning around without another word, making sure you made a show of flipping your hair back around.
"where do you think you're going?"
his tone didn't so much give off the vibes of authority, it was more of an actual question, as if he were in disbelief that after being caught red handed touching his car, you would just walk off.
not bothering to turn around, your grin remained unseen by lauda as you held your hand up in a wave.
"i'm going to watch the race." you said it as if it were a fact he was too ignorant to be aware of, stating it as if it were the obvious all in an attempt to annoy him more.
"good luck out there!" you called, disappearing back around the corner before he could even have time to make up some smart comment.
your quest to annoy lauda had very much succeeded, probably more so than expected as he shook his head watching you leave. and yet, the one other thing you'd done without even meaning to, was peak lauda's curiousity.
-
it wasn't difficult to find your parents again, they had finally made their way to their seats, and despite the amount of time you'd spent away, they didn't even seem to acknowledge you as you sat down beside them, eager to watch the race, which was only now beginning to get underway.
you hadn't meant to, yet you found yourself looking out for that same red formula vee that you knew was lauda's. some weird interest you'd found in the man, especially the way he'd reacted to the way in you more than purposefully had been annoying him previously.
it hadn't been much longer before the race had officially started; with a wave of the checkered flag, the cars were immediately off, speeding around with sharp sounds invading your ears each time they passed you and your family.
by the time the fifth lap had gone by, you were well and truly bored.
reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your saving grace, your packet of marlborough cigarettes; opening said packet and pulling one out to place it between your lips, reaching into your pocket to search for the lighter you were almost certain you'd placed in your pocket earlier. to your surprise, it was strangely absent from your pocket, only producing an annoyed sigh as you rolled your eyes.
without a word, you reached for your fathers pocket, who either didn't notice you pulling out his lighter, or simply refused to acknowledge you; either way, you didn't complain as you finally lit up your cigarette, sucking in the ashy taste and holding it within your mouth as you pulled the cylinder away from your lips, blowing the smoke out in a small cloud in front of you which soon drifted off.
-
despite a major incident involving spinning cars and a few very close calls, you'd managed to sit through the rest of the race without any other distractions.
you hoped that your wish of good luck to lauda was not the cause for him spinning out of control and ultimately losing to james hunt, yet you could never be too sure; though you hated to admit that the thought brought a chuckle out of you.
even though you'd had fun teasing lauda, you were more than grateful that the race was finally over and that people were beginning to leave, meaning that hopefully soon, you would be as well.
once again you found yourself standing behind your parents, taking little care to be subtle with your boredom, openly sighing and tapping your boot against the gravel in the hopes that this would speed them up; though this proved to be futile and frankly, you should have known better seeing as they had become impressively adept at ignoring your presence.
the noise of their conversation seemed to slowly fade into nothing but muffled sounds in the background as you crossed your arms and looked around, taking the moment to begin people watching, even noticing as james hunt celebrated his win, briefly passing by just as him and his group popped open a bottle of champagne.
as much as you saw the lifestyle racers seem to lead as a novelty, the accident that occurred today only reminded how dangerous of a sport it really was, men choosing to put their lives on the line for the sake of peoples entertainment? it was hard not to admire them, there was no arguing that they were good at what they did.
you definitely didn't regret not seeing said accident produce any gruesome results; you'd only ever heard what had happened to racers in the past, men that were considered lucky to make it out with crippling injuries, because surely that was better than losing your own life right? that was a point that could be argued profusely;
was the loss of quality of life really better the loss of a life all together?
while you would have been happy to continue this solo conversation of ethics and virtues of life in your own head, you were ripped out of your own thoughts by the sound of your father once again noticing somebody he knew, yet this time, you could very proudly say it was somebody you yourself also knew, albeit you'd only known him for around three hours.
"niki lauda! look at you! still going strong after a spin!"
your first instinct was to immediately turn your head sideways, hoping that he wouldn’t notice it was you, a feeble attempt to be honest, now you were suddenly finding reason to regret wearing such an eye catching outfit.
you could only just see out of the corner of your eye as lauda greeted your father fondly with a handshake, so far not looking over to you much to your relief.
continuing to watch as he also greeted your mother, any and all hopes of getting away from this without greeting lauda was squashed the moment your father gripped your upper arm, yanking you forward to come face to face with lauda.
“have you met my daughter, lauda?”
finally looking back ahead slowly, your eyes, covered by sunglasses thankfully, made facing lauda only slightly less intimidating.
in a moment of silence, the look on lauda’s face gave away the fact that he re’d recognized you instantly, the slight smirk on his face only you were able to catch as he looked at you as if to say “caught you.”
and yet, you had no idea why he suddenly looked back to your father, shaking his head and smiling.
“i can’t say i have.”
looking back at you, he leaned forward to grip your hand firmly, shaking it and stepping back as if you were poisonous to the touch. to be fair, you didn’t exactly blame him.
it seemed you weren’t the only one itching to end the interaction between the two of you, you father quickly grabbing lauda’s attention once more with a satisified hum, beginning to walk alongside lauda.
“you should come to my estate tonight for a drink, celebrate your close call eh?”
even you had to cringe at your fathers poor excuse to invite lauda over, you doubted he was feelign particularly good after that loss, yet any excuse for your father to mingle with those that could held him climb the social ladder.
once again trying your best to tune out the conversation as you walked behind them, your hearing still managed to pick up the result of your father pestering lauda despite his first three kind refusals.
with a sigh, seeming to actually put an effort into hiding his distaste with your fathers attitude, lauda offered a thin lipped smile.
“i suppose there’s no refusing this, is there.”
with an outright lack of awareness to lauda’s tone and even the way he was already treating this invitation like a chore, your father grinned and patted lauda on the back firmly with a laugh.
“no there is not my boy.”
as desperate as lauda seemed to get away from the conversation, he still took a moment to turn around, offering you and your mother an awkward smile, only to turn his attention briefly towards you and only you.
the look on his face couldn’t be described as anything but smug as he offered you a polite nod before walking off in the other direction without another word, leaving you standing there in an almost stunned state.
only to be taken out of said state as your father ordered you to get back in the car so that you could head back and be certain that the estate and ensure that i was prepared for lauda’s arrival.
-
as much as you’d protested against your father and begged your mother to let you just stay in your room for the rest of the night, you ultimately failed.
not even trying to hide the sour look on your face as you stood beside your mother at the entrance of your large home, you watched as the gate was opened for lauda’s car, which came running into the driveway slightly faster than you thought was reasonable.
you would have been content for the incident with the car to be and you and niki lauda’s interactions, if you had known you would be forced to sit in his company with your parents, you most definitely would not have been so snarky about touching his car. especially not walking off without a word.
no doubt firm on keeping their image at least slightly reasonable, your previous outfit had quickly been abandoned, instead being forced to change into a simple mini dress with black stockings and shoes. a painfully simple outfit. and an uncomfortable one at that.
this was made clear by the way that you were constantly shifting in the dress, attempting to roll your shoulders and cringing when the fabric allowed little to no movement. this was only responded to by your mother scolding you under her breath as lauda exited his car.
no longer in his baby blue racing suit you’d seen him in up to this point, he had abandoned it for a smart looking button up shirt and blazer, paired with jeans and dress shoes.
it was admittedly an odd sight, not just for lauda, but in general it was an odd sight seeing racers in normal clothes compared to the suits they so often wore.
watching as your father greeted lauda enthusiastically, then your mother, you could hardly hide the fake nature of your smile as you once again extended your hand to lauda without a word.
in some odd way, lauda seemed to be amused with your nature towards him. after all, he knew full well that he’d well and truly caught you out. now it was the two of you playing a waiting game to see who was going to break first.
-
the drink that your father mentioned passed by smoothly enough, all four of you in your fathers study as lauda and your father sipped at scotch and spoke about a multitude of boring topics that you couldn’t bother to engage yourself apart from the occasional hum of acknowledgment when your father briefly included your opinion into the conversation.
choosing instead to actively depart yourself from their presence, you pretended to be enthralled in a book as you sat across from lauda, a large coffee table separating the couches you sat on.
every now and then, your curiosity would gain the upper hand as you found your eyes flashing upwards to try and catch a not so sneaky glance at lauda.
every single time without failure, lauda’s eyes were on you, staring you down as if you were a deer in headlights.
his stare was similar to the feeling you got when sitting in front of a fire for a little bit too long, uncomfortable and making you feel far too warm. it was as piercing as the rest of his personality was.
you had thought yourself to be a tough person, you’d gotten in scuffles with other kids as a child in school, and you’d been the type to graze your knees and get up as if it were nothing; but niki’s stare glaring upon you constantly eventually proved to be too much for even you to handle.
finally unable to take it any longer, you stood up without a word, seemingly alerting niki as you could see his eyes widen slightly before maintaining his poker face.
your parents were also visibly surprised as your mother jumped softly, placing a hand daintily over her heart as your father turned away from niki to look at you, a brief warning expression lacing his features, as if to say
“don’t you dare ruin this for us.”
you seemed to almost relieve him with your next question, not being able to bring yourself to look over at niki as you held your arms firmly to your sides.
“may i be please be excused, i’m tired.”
the warning previously on your father shifted into an odd look of surprise as his brows furrowed; you had no doubt this was due to the fact that not only did you ask something politely, but that your tone had no inch of sarcasm whatsoever.
the shock seemed to take his voice away as he only nodded, watching as you turned and began to walk out of the study.
“don’t be rude, aren’t you going to say goodnight to our guest?”
you wouldn’t be surprised if the way you tensed up at the sound of your fathers words was visible to all in the room; this was confirmed even more so when you turned slowly and saw niki’s expression as he still sat on the couch smirking once more.
only nodding your head, you took a few steps and held out your hand awkwardly for him to shake.
“goodnight, mr lauda.”
the stiffness of your voice only made the interaction more awkward as you stood there waiting for him to shake your hand.
you were unable to see your parents in the corner of your eye, but you held little doubt that they were cringing as if at any moment your real personality was going to jump out and ruin any chances they had of getting into lauda’s good books and they would have lost an influential friend.
rather, they, your mother especially were shocked, yourself included when rather than simply shake your hand, niki gripped it softly, bringing it towards his lips to kiss the back of your hand softly, his eyes never leaving your own.
you were unsure if this was his odd version of rubbing it in, or he simply wanted to embarrass you in front of your parents as he pulled his lips away, running his thumb along your knuckles slowly as he smirked up at you.
though anybody not aware of your current little game (if you could even call it that) would perceive it as a friendly smile of niki’s part.
“please, call me niki.”
you could strangle him right in that moment, god you wanted to, wipe that stupid little smirk off of his face if your parents were not watching your every move.
as soon as you felt his grip loosen, you were unable to stop yourself from ripping your hand from his own. god his hands were warm.
“goodnight.. niki..”
you hadn’t meant for your voice to shake, but it still did, and it annoyed you to end as his smirk only widened at this.
you'd be lying if you said that the moment you turned you hadn't looked like you were practically running away. even as if walked down the hall and up the stairs towards your bedroom, you could hear your father apologizing profusely for your rudeness, only to hear niki brushing it off politely.
-
that had happened a week ago, and as much as you wished you could say that was the last you'd seen of niki lauda for a long while; that was hardly the case. in fact, it was the polar opposite.
you couldn't tell whether or not he was doing it to annoy you or because he actually enjoyed the company of your father, but if you weren't aware enough of your fathers skill when it came to hosting guests, you would have actually been dumb enough to say that it was indeed the latter.
it was in fact painfully obvious to you that lauda's continued appearances within your household as a guest of your father were done with nothing other than the intention to spite you.
though what was finally the cherry on top, what was starting to make you wonder if he actually did find genuine enjoyment in spending time with your parents or if he just really, really enjoyed making you suffer.
he had invited your parents to a party to celebrate one his most recent wins which they had also dragged you along to come and watch.
and of course, he made sure to extend the invitation to you. "should she wish to come along." he'd said, as if he didn't know that your parents were going to drag you along anyway.
it was for that reason now you were sitting in front of your vanity, trying not to cringe as your mother pulled and teased your hair, styling it into a small beehive, seemingly at the request of your father, no doubt wanting all of you to look your very best, considering this was yet another chance to mingle and make new, rich friends.
sat in a mini dress with long bell sleeves, its paisley patterns reminding you of so many other items in your wardrobe; all finely paired with a pair of brown platfrom knee high boots and a fur coat.
it was fucking uncomfortable.
your feet were already hurting, and the length made you second guess how much of your ass could be seen every second and this hairstyle was going to be a bitch to take out later.
as much as you would have been more than happy to outwardly complain, you were simply too sick of it to even try. sick sick of your parents, sick of it all.
maybe tonight you could even do the mature thing and finally apologize to lauda; yet, you couldn't tell whether or not it was actually going to bring an end to lauda's games with you, he seemed to be enjoying it too much.
-
after a vaguely long car ride, you finally arrived at what you quickly realized was lauda's house, you could already see people on the balcony chatting away and you could hear music playing from inside.
exiting the car and shutting the door behind you, you quickly trotted to catch up with your parents who were already walking over the door by the time you'd gotten out; in the back of your mind, you gave a silent prayer that you'd be able to sneak away at some point and find your own space, hopefully even get a chance to have a smoke if you found a quiet enough corner.
opening the door and heading inside, your parents were instantly enthralled with the music and sheer amount of people in lauda's house, all nursing champagne and chatting away; already you could tell they couldn't wait to join.
keeping your eyes peeled for lauda, it didn't take long for your parents to lose you in the crowd; you would have laughed if it didn't happen so often, and you couldn't exactly say you minded anyway.
it only took another minute or so of moving through people to find the balcony you had seen upon exiting the car. making a beeline for it, you stepped out and enjoyed the slightly fresher air, breathing a sigh of relief as you were no longer squished in between groups of people to such an intense degree.
reaching for your packet of cigarettes and taking one out to place in between your lips, you had only just begun to reach for your new lighter when you had to cut your relief short.
"that's quite a sour face to wear at a party, no?"
you didn't even hide the disappointment on your face as you turned to face lauda, rolling your eyes. you were well past hiding your distaste for him.
now you'd had more than enough time to realize it was very much your own fault, you'd given him a reason to annoy you when you'd not only leaned on his car and then given him an attitude, but had you known that wasn't the only time you'd see him, you would have at least been nicer about it.
noticing your expression, he placed a hand over his heart mockingly and let out a hurt sound.
"if looks could kill."
his smirk was ever present, digging into your nerves like nails against a chalkboard as you placed your hands in your pockets, not saying anything as you kept your cigarette placed between your lips, hoping that just maybe, you'd have a break from him, obviously a stupid hope.
only raising his hand, you quickly noticed the lighter in his hand, ignited and placed at the end of your cigarette.
out of reflex, you inhaled, reaching up to place the paper cylinder between your fingers and pulling it away from your lips, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth.
it wasn't until you took a slightly closer look at the lighter that you realised.
your lighter. he had your lighter, the one you'd lost the first time you met.
you wanted to mentally slap a hand on your forehead then and there, of course you'd left it, only for him to find.
holding out your hand expectantly, he pulled it away before you could grasp your lighter, going so far as to mock you as if you were a child with a small "ah ah ah"
painfully reminded of your time in school as a small child, you huffed and rolled your eyes, reaching for it once more only for it to be pulled from your gasp once more.
"come now, you know the magic word, yes? you learn this in school, little girl?"
his mocking toned was worsened as he leaned down slightly to talk to your at your level, only resulting in you placing a hand on your hip an glaring up at him.
this look only worsened his stupid grin as he raised his eyes brows, waiting for you to say said magic word.
putting on your best sarcastic smile, you made your voice as annoying as you could possibly muster, shaking your head as you spoke.
"please?"
you extended it slightly, as if you were a child asking for their toy back. and as laced with sarcasm as it was, he still responded with a loud "wunderbar!" raising his arms up slightly as if he were celebrating.
finally handing you your lighter, you snatched at it, placing it back in your pocket and reaching up to take another inhale of your cigarette as you glared up at him.
shaking his head, lauda's gaze paired with that signature smirk stared down at you as he looked at you almost in an odd sort of admiration.
"you're a real brat, you know this?"
you most definitely couldn't lie, that was not the first time you'd been given that title; countless times actually, school teachers, your parents, relatives, even ex partners.
it was now your turn to wear a smirk as you raised your eyebrows, raising your hands up in defense.
"i can't lie." you spoke, tilting your head and shrugging your shoulders.
your response, for the first time, seemed to catch lauda off guard, possibly expecting you to have defended yourself rather than embrace the title.
"maybe i like being a brat, lauda."
you narrowed your eyes, proud of yourself for finally seeming to put a chip in this mans ego.
his eyes only narrowed in return, his face taking on a new expression that couldn't quite be place as you took another drag of your cigarette, really nailing in your point hard as you blew the smoke right in his face with no hesitation and a smirk as you placed your thumb between your teeth, grinning.
"how many times have i told you to call me niki?"
his tone was darker this time, more authority slipping against his words.
you wanted to blame being caught up in the moment or finally being able to break this mans cocky exterior, but something about the tone of his voice and the way he spoke to you, it produced butterflies within your stomach that you tried with all of your might to ignore.
tilting your head, you took a step forward to ensure he would hear you over the music as you lowered your voice, leaning in slightly.
"or what?"
even if somebody were unable to hear your expression, they'd be able to hear the smile in your voice.
shifting your weight from foot to foot, you kept eye contact with niki as you leaned back, his eyes not leaving yours for one moment, narrowed at you, making you think for a solid moment of two that he was genuinely angry at you.
without any sort of warning or sign, lauda's hand lurched forward, gripping your wrist, not so tightly that it hurt, but most certainly enough to get your attention as he pulled you towards him, so close that your chests were touching as he looked down at you.
"watch that tone with me."
his growling voice was most certainly affecting you as he seemed to recognize that the both of you were getting very invested in whatever the fuck dynamic you had created.
as invested as he was, in an odd way, you could still see in his eyes he was watching for any signs of making you uncomfortable, almost as if he was telling you he'd stop the moment you were uncomfortable.
"and if i dont? are you going to bend me over your knee?"
you leaned in slightly as you teased him, so much so that you bet he could smell the smoke on your breath as neither of you broke eye contact.
whether it was the image of you bent over his knee or the fact that you had only continued to tease him you didn't know; what you did know however, was that that was the last straw for him as he kept his grip on your wrist.
wasting no time leading you back inside, barely giving you time to flick your cigarette off of his balcony before you were weaving through crowds of people, almost tripping over your own platform boots as you were led wherever he was planning on taking you.
obviously knowing his own house like the back of his hand, it didn't take long for the two of you to arrive where you were heading. his bedroom.
quickly opening the door and shoving you in lightly, he shut it behind him, not even hiding the slam as he turned to face you, his eyes still dark as you stood there, still smirking and biting your lip.
"wasn't sure whether or not i'd be able to get a rise out of you, glad i know no-"
your words were cut up by him quickly walking towards you and gripping your chin with his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together slightly as he other hand gripped your wrist once more.
"you've been nothing but a little brat since the moment i met you, it seems to me you must like pissing me off. is that it? you like knowing how much you make my cock hard when you prance around in those little skirts and give me backchat?"
his tone alone was already enough to only widen your grin, but the things he was saying were adding to the butterflies in your stomach.
determined not to give up your attitude just yet, you let go of any and all control you'd been holding onto, reaching forward to clamp your hand onto his thigh, dangerously close to where you could already see an outline forming.
his only response to your touch was a sharp intake as his eyes closed momentarily, only to snap back open as he shoved you backwards, briefly scaring you before you fell back onto his bed.
looking up at him as he stood above you, his legs touching your knees, you could see how his chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took.
his eyes raked over your body, observing every part of where your dress rode up, and then back up to meet your gaze, only to begin undoing the statement buckle on his belt, once again watching you for any signs of being uncomfortable as he continued.
only widening your smirk, he seemed to get the message as he completely discarded the belt on his rug floor.
as he began to fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans, he leaned forward to land on his knees on the bed, above you and staring you down.
"as much i'd love to play with you until your crying and screaming my name, i need to bury myself in that pretty little pussy of yours."
his voice was breathy as he leaned forward, using his knee to push your legs apart, your mini skirt already riding up enough for him to get a full view of your underwear.
you couldn't find it in yourself to say anything else, already convincing yourself that this was all some sick dream of yours and now you were going to wake up no longer able to look niki in the eye.
his lower half disappeared from your view as he finally put weight on top of you, through you could still hear the fabric of his jeans shifting as he settled in between your legs.
even through the fabric separating the two of you, you both shivered when you felt your hips make contact, letting out shaky breaths as you looked up at him and he looked down at you.
as much as you expected him to take things at least slightly slow, he did the opposite, wasting no time as he moved your own fabric to the side, only sliding his tip along your entrance softly in order to brace yourself and give you another chance to stop him if you had changed your mind.
only placing a hand on his cheek and nodding quickly, did he respond with a similar nod before entering you quickly and with little no mercy.
you were unable to stop yourself from leaning for head back and crying out loudly, only for niki's hand to clasp over your mouth as he looked down at you.
"i know the music is loud, but i need you to, oh sheibe-" he cut himself off by inhaling sharply, groaning softly and shutting his eyes as he began to move inside you, his hips rotating ever so slightly as they moved back and fourth, only resulting in you moaning into his hand.
"i know the music is loud, but i need you to be quiet for me, can you do that?"
his voice was so low it was almost coming out as a growl as he continued to thrust into you as he spoke, trying not to keep groaning in between his words as he shut his eyes tightly and cursed in german once more.
you couldn't like, he was a stretch for you, there was pain at first but it had quickly begun shifting into pleasure as he continued and you became more used to the way he felt inside you. you knew there was an element of time involved lest he be missed at his own party, god forbid one of the guests go looking for him especially seeing as you were almost certain that door hadn't been locked.
continued to thrust, his hands found there way on your back as he rose to his knees, taking you with him and sitting you on his lap, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck for support as he effectively began to bounce you on his cock.
the only thing you were able to do to stop your whimpers and moans from being heard was to bury your head in his neck, his head turning slightly to the side to bury itself in your hair.
beginning to help him out slightly by bouncing yourself on his lap, you felt your hips beginning to cramp and ache but brought yourself to ignore the pain as it was currently outweighed by the sheer amount of pleasure you felt as he fucked you.
growling into your hair, you felt his head move back so that he could begin leaving love bites on the parts of your neck that weren't covered by your dress; you couldn't even pay attention to the fact that you would have to walk back out into that party with love bites for all to see, your parents especially. part of you just hoped there would be no way to link them back to niki.
picking up speed, you began to bounce faster on niki's lap as he too began to go faster, feeling the muscles within your stomach starting to tighten as rationality left your body and adrenaline took over. in that moment, nothing felt more important than chasing your high, knowing it was only on the horizon.
it seemed niki was feeling the same way as he growled deeply, pulling his head away to look into your eyes as he gripped your hips and slammed them against his own with little to no mercy, caring little for the bruising that would no doubt be left over the next day.
it hadn't taken much more of this for you be a whimpering mess, feeling yourself tighten quickly around niki's cock, only to begin hearing the sloppy sounds of your wetness slapping while niki still continued to essentially jackhammer into you, still chasing his own high.
as you began to come down from your orgasm, the sensitivity of niki still fucking you relentlessly had you whimpering and panting as you once again buried your head in his shoulder, trying to remain as quiet as you could, though this was proving to be a difficult task.
it wasn't long before you felt niki twitching from inside you, only to followed by the hot feeling of him cumming deeply inside you, his own deep and guttural moans releasing from his throat, cutting themselves off occasionally as he twitched and leaned his head back, his mouth hanging open as he shut his eyes.
collapsing backwards, niki fell on top of you, panting with his brown curly locks sticking to his forehead as he laid his head on your chest.
post orgasm high, you both seemed to let reality hit you as you looked at each other, realizing you'd both been missing from the party for longer than you thought, exchanging no words apart from a few worried sounds of alertness as you scrambled off of one another, quickly righting yourselves.
it had only taken another two minutes or so to appear semi inconspicuous as you finally made your way back to his door, bracing yourselves before opening it and stepping out, only to see your parents walking towards you, quickly spotting you and calling your name.
"where have you been? we've been looking for you everywhere, have you seen niki? he went missing an-"
before you could even try to find a valid explanation, through they hadn't seemed very concerned for you and more so for niki's whereabouts, you felt niki walk up behind you, leaning against the door frame and greeting your parents.
"she got lost."
he began, placing a hand on your shoulder, cool as ever, as if minutes ago he hadn't just been fucking your brains out.
"i was showing her photos from past races. lets get a drink, yes?"
quickly deflecting from any questions they may have as to why you both just exited his bedroom, niki began to lead them to where they could get a drink, leaving you, shaking your head at the fact that they actually fucking bought that.
-
it was hours later that the party was actually beginning to wrap up, drunken people being led back to taxi's and niki saying goodbye to guests as the music had now stopped and there had been one to many neighbourly complaints.
you were unsure whether or not you should try to go and say goodbye to niki, post sex clarity was no proposing a very awkward question as to where the fuck that had left the two of you now; you weren't even afraid to admit that the idea of having any other interaction with niki from this point forward scared the fuck out of you.
one could argue that it was all spur of the moment, and you hadn't really had time to communicate whatsoever afterwards, distracted by the fact that you were scrambling to get your clothes back on.
you weren't even sure yourself what you wanted it to be, it felt more like a situation of you didn't want to find out.
and yet, once again, your wishes were ignored by whatever higher power was controlling things, because as you were walking back to the car with your parents, still trying to make any sort of sense of what had transpired, you heard the voice behind you calling after your parents.
turning, you placed your hands in your pockets as you watched niki wish your parents a goodnight, letting your mother kiss him on the cheek as well as let your father give him a firm handshake as thanks occurred.
he looked over at you only briefly, his eyes and expression next to unreadable as he quickly looked back at your parents, offering to walk them to their car.
turning around quickly, you began to walk quickly to the car, unfortunately slowed down by your boots as your parents soon overtook you, leaving you and niki almost side by side behind them.
though neither of you said anything, your eyes widened when you felt his hand fall on your lower back, then soon to your backside, giving it a squeeze that made you jump slightly, turning your head to look at him with an annoyed and wide eyed look, only to once again be met with that same fucking smirk.
as you finally caught up with your parents, they only turned as niki pulled his hand away, thankfully missing the fact that he'd done that as they thanked him for a good night.
opening the car door, you were immediately met with a sharp look from your father.
"maybe you should say goodnight to niki, seeing as he was so generous as to extend the invitation to you."
your father said slightly under his breath in a warning tone, only to turn back to niki.
"sorry, she can be such a little brat sometimes."
by the look on niki's face, you could see him holding in a smirk as he shook his head dismissively and waving his hand.
"ah, its fine. i don't mind at all."
he finished his sentence by wishing you a goodnight, only now extending the smirk to you as you stared back at him for a moment, slightly still in shock that your parents could be just that clueless.
"goodnight, niki."
you finally said, wasting no time getting in your seat and shutting the door.
dream come true ; niki lauda x fem!reader x helmut zemo
status — completed oneshot
warnings — SMUT SO MINORS GO AWAY, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (m receiving), cursing, choking, double penetration, degradation, name calling, dangerous driving
word count — 3,962 words
pairing — niki lauda x fem!reader x helmut zemo
a/n —is it obvious that i had just watched rush and my mind was like what if zemo was one of those major sponsors/brand owners or some shit of f1 racing and niki was one of his drivers and they both wanted the reader who happens to be one of their pit crew members and so this fic was born lmao,, feedback is appreciated!
THIS IS A MODERN DAY AU OKAY??
also the ones in italics are in sokovian, i just didnt want to translate it into something lmao
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“There’s my ratty driver!” Came Zemo’s cheerful greeting as he spotted the familiar mop of dirty blond curls in the garage; turning around upon hearing that accented voice, Niki angrily huffed out loud and rolled his eyes, “No wonder the clouds suddenly littered around the sky, the Sokovian bastard finally arrived.”
Smirking, Zemo then shrugged off his coat and placed it against one of the less greasy chairs and grabbed himself a bottle of beer. “Well this Sokovian bastard happens to employ you and fund your races, so tone down your attitude.”
From the eyes of an outsider, it may look like they were both rivals who were talking shit about each other, but really the two just got along well enough to the point they were comfortable at insulting each other without fully crossing the line.
“How is the car?” Zemo inquired after he gulped down half the beer bottle — the flight and drive to the headquarters made him more thirstier than he had anticipated. Lauda then calls Y/N, “Come here with the plans.”
Obediently, she stood up from her knees where she was helping and instructing the workers to install the exhaust system. Selecting a picture of the car once all the upgrades were put in place she then stood in between the two men, holding out the tablet for them to see, “We’re three-forths done — we’ve already put in the magnesium parts, the bargeboards we put in weigh less now, the fuel tank and the hydraulics are readapted versions of the previous models.”
It was unsettling at first how both of their hot breaths were reaching her neck as they were zooming in on the photo, eyeing the design carefully. “What’s left to do then?” Niki rolled his eyes as he put his hands on his hips as he answered on behalf of their team’s head design engineer, “How is it not obvious? Based on the uncolored portion in the diagram it’s obvious that the front wing, throttle damper, and the brake master cylinder are the ones left unaccomplished!”
She had to bite her lip to prevent her from bursting into a fit of giggles. Zemo, however, looked at Niki with an equally pissed look as he defended himself, “What if my first thought went to the parts and their cost — if they were overpriced than what’s estimated?”
“Oh we didn’t go over budget,” She was quick to defend as she hugged the tablet to her chest, turning to the big boss whom she had only met twice prior to his surprise visit today, “All parts came in early and the excess funds were immediately returned.”
Admiring her defense and how adorable she was when she was clarifying no larceny that occurred, “Oh, darling, money is not an issue,” He stroked her cheek reassuringly, “And to be honest, I don’t mind if you took it and spoiled yourself with the finest things.”
Niki wasn’t sure why it bothered him that Zemo was flirting with his favorite crew member; surprising all three of them, the world champion pulled Y/N away from him by latching his hand into her hip and pulling her close to him until her back hit the front of his chest, “Well, schatzi, values honesty more than vanity — one of her admirable traits.”
Clueless with what was going on, she then decided to excuse herself, “I’m going to help them install the finishing touches of the front wing.” Niki was displeased but he didn’t show it as for the first time in his friendship with the main financier of his team as he turned to him with irritation, “How ‘bout we talk in the office hm?”
Zemo didn’t give the Austrian driver a chance to answer as he made his way into the small office and shut the blinds. “What the fuck do you want, Helmut?” Niki slammed the door behind him as he tossed the cap he was wearing into the couch, crossing his arms as he watched the man finish the bottle of beer he was nursing.
“Where’s the attitude coming from, Lauda?”
“I’m not just in the best mood — something to do with your arrival, actually,” Smirking at his response, the supposedly insulted man tilted his head and questioned, “Does this have to do something with the engineer?”
He was met with silence and that did nothing but confirm his suspicions, “Seems like you have a crush for one of your pit crew members huh?”
“No, I don’t,” Came the driver’s gruff scoff. “No? Then maybe I will go ask her out on a date after her shift ends,” After disposing of the bottle in the trash, the Baron then made a move to exit the room; but a few feet from the door, Niki stood in front of him — effectively blocking him from leaving the room.
“The hell you will do so.”
“If you two are not an item, then you shouldn’t have an issue with us going out together.” Niki was clenching his knuckles to prevent himself from attacking one of his only close friends, “Listen to me closely; I don’t care if you fund my racing and my team, she is off limits, alright?”
“So you do have a crush on her,” Zemo teased as his finger scratched the racer’s chin, to which his hand was quickly swatted away, “Fuck off! So what if I do?”
Zemo sat down on the couch with his legs spread out wide, “What’s stopping you from making a move on her then?”
The driver then leaned by the desk and shrugged as he struggled to come up with a valid, coherent reason, “For someone who doesn’t think first before spitting out whatever vile shit comes out of your mouth, you seem to have a difficult time thinking of a reason or even just a way of asking her out.”
“Maybe because I’m not used to saying something nice?” NIki chimed in and Zemo pursed his lips in agreement.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door which paused their impending conversation, “Come in,” NIki said. When the door opened, it revealed Y/N who looked apprehensive to come in, “We’re done with the front wing and some of the babies are getting cranky because it’s almost dinnertime and want to go home already.”
The two men broke out of their serious trance and chuckled at her little joke against her pit crew, “Well you can give them the day off now, they have more than earned it.” She nodded and was about to shut the door to deliver them the news until Zemo followed up, “After you tell them, come back here okay?”
Her mouth hung open in shock, but she didn’t care to question it as she nodded and hurried to pass the instructions along. Once the door was shut, Niki screamed at his friend, “What the fuck are you thinking? Why did you make her come back?”
“It’s time you tell her about your affections, Niki.”
“I’ll do it when I feel like doing so; don’t rush me!” He countered nervously as he could hear her footsteps approaching the office. “When will that be? In 5 years once you’ve retired from racing?”
Opening the door once again, she feared she was intruding on something important, “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t knock.”
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Zemo ripped his attention away from the F1 driver and to the beautiful woman, “Why don’t you take a seat right here with me, hm?” Even though it sounded like a question, Y/N knew the powerful man wouldn’t take no for an answer. She smiled at Niki as she made her way to the couch — for a piece of furniture that’s been in a car garage, it was surprisingly clean and didn’t have the automotive smell in it. Just as she was about to sit on the soft cushion, Zemo grabbed both of her hands and helped her sit down on his lap.
Despite her surprise she felt herself comfortable in his lap, “Are you comfortable, love?” She nodded shyly, looking down as she nervously fiddled with her fingers; one of Zemo’s fingers lifted her chin up so he could look her eye to eye. “I’m going to be asking you a few questions, and I expect you to answer them honestly. Can you do that?”
Wordlessly, she nodded as she bit her lip. The hand that wasn’t under her chin gently swatted her thigh, “Use your words, love.” The smack wasn’t rough or hard, but it was enough for her to comply, “I can do that, sir.”
Unsure where the title came from she hoped that she didn’t offend him in any way, “Sir is nice, but I prefer Baron, okay?” His fingers were now tracing the shape of her lips before asking, “Do you like working for us?”
“Of course,” It was a no-brainer for her, “I love being able to design cars and helping in putting it all together. That, and the pay is too good, you know?” She said the joke in hopes of lightening up the mood, for she felt that there was this thick tension in the air that she couldn’t point out the reason for.
“Well I am more than glad to hear that. For some reason I thought that all this travel matched with the long hours would make you dislike the job,” She was distracted from his statement as his left hand was rubbing her thigh so good she had to prevent herself from whimpering, “If anything we don’t travel much. There’s nothing I hate more than coming home back to my lousy apartment instead of to all the fancy hotels we get to stay in.”
“You don’t find it difficult to travel? Not even when you're stuck with the same faces you see everyday?” Niki had a slight inkling about where this was going — and if he was being honest with himself he was unsure if he liked where it was going.
She shook her head firmly, “I don’t mind. I love getting to work with talented people who share the same passion as I do, Baron.” Zemo found it adorable how she was answering — it reminded him of a nervous applicant who wants to please the interviewer; the only difference was she was being genuine and not completely sucking it up to them. Well, not yet at least.
“Even the rat over there?” The baron tilted his head to the driver who looked pissed with how he was being embarrassed in front of someone he fancies, “You know how arrogant and blunt he can be, yes?”
Niki was about to defend himself but was genuinely surprised when she stepped forward and did it for him, “He’s not a rat, nor is he arrogant and blunt. Niki just knows what he wants and how to get it. Sure, his type of leadership might be unconventional,” She looked at the driver, nervous that her words were offending him; but he wasn’t, instead they flattered him, “But he just knows how to get us to work.”
A smirk settled on the Baron’s lips as he asked her, “Do you think of Niki?” The question was vague and left her puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“Don’t push it, Zemo. Stop toying with her already,” Niki spoke up and was worried that they both had overstepped her boundaries. “Why? Would you rather toy with her alone?”
Picking up the sexual implications of it, she moved in his lap in hesitation; sensing this, Zemo rubbed both her thighs to calm her down as he focused on her again, “Let me rephrase the question, do you ever think of Niki as your lover?”
Her eyes shifted between the two men, “I’m not sure if I should answer,” She stuttered out nervously. “So you do think of me fucking you?” Zemo smirked when Niki asked the question, “There’s that trademark bluntness of yours, Lauda.”
“I’m sorry, I think I should leave,” She was about to stand up but was held down once again with Zemo’s arms by her hips, “Oh you won’t, not when things are just getting exciting,” He pressed his lips against the side of her neck, “Now, why don’t you go more in depth and share with us what exactly it is about Lauda you’ve been fantasizing huh?”
With a shaky sigh she then watched Niki as he was walking towards her and knelt in front of her, placing a kiss on both her knees before saying, “You heard the baron, schatzi, tell us about your fantasy about me.”
Nodding, she then spoke up, “I think of you kissing me,” Her breath hitched when Niki parted her legs and pushed Zemo’s hands out of her thighs so he could land firm kisses on the insides of her thighs, “Right here on your thighs?”
She shook her head as she whimpered when Zemo sucked on her sweet spot, leaving his mark as he took in her alluring scent, “Not there, in my cu-cunt.” Both men smirked at how straightforward she was being. Niki then hastily unbuttoned her pants, along with her panties, while Zemo lifted her shirt up and was pleasantly surprised to see that she chose to forego a bra.
Feeling the smooth hands of Zemo flicking and pinching her nipples added to the pleasure she was feeling while Niki’s rough ones were rubbing her clit just as his tongue was licking her pretty lips. “Is this how you always imagined it, schatzi?”
She was so out of breath with pleasure that she couldn’t answer them; annoyed with how she didn’t follow his instruction, Zemo slapped both her tits before hissing out, “Answer the question, darling. Or we stop all of this right now.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want it at all,” Niki taunted as he pulled his mouth and fingers away from her sweet pussy. “No, no, I do!” She whimpered, holding onto his hands as she begged, “I want it so bad. I want you, been dreaming about it.”
Delighted with her response Zemo then turned her head to the side to face him, “Who would have thought you could be such a needy little thing for us hm?” He bit her lip before kissing her passionately.
Niki took this opportunity to shove his tongue inside her pussy as his thumb rubbed her clit in tune with his tongue’s movement, “Such a delicious little thing you are. I don’t think I can ever go without tasting you at least once a day.” A sick rush of pride washed over her, but she could only moan out when Zemo twisted around so he could suck one of her nipples into his mouth, the other nipple being twisted and pulled on with his one hand.
“More, please. I want more,” Her whimpers sounded like music to them; they both pulled their mouths away from her skin and looked at each other with smug smiles, “What do you think, Lauda? Do you think we should give her our cocks?”
A faux pout was on the driver’s lips as he condescendingly asked her, “Does our little schatzi need our cocks inside her tight holes?” With newfound confidence she found herself rubbing one hand on Zemo’s crotch while the other grabbed at the shirt of Niki and forced him to kiss her, “I fucking need you. Want you to fuck me so good I’ll only remember your name.”
The baron took the liberty of undressing his pants and stroking his cock, eliciting a surprised gasp from Y/N, “How about you let me fuck your pretty pussy while you have a taste of gold?” Eagerly nodding, she then busied herself in sliding off the jeans Niki wore while she let the baron gently sliding his cock in her pussy, “Darling, fuck! You’re so tight,” And by the time he hissed out the last word, he was fully sheathed inside her.
It was difficult for her to moan out with her mouth preoccupied with sucking on Niki’s dick; the racer’s fingers rubbed her cheek that had been hollowed out and threw his head back in pleasure, “Such an obedient little thing you are, huh? Just really want to please us well.” To prove his point, she flattened her tongue in the underside of his cock before twirling around the tip just as she took him deeper in her throat.
Meanwhile, Zemo had his hands on her hips as he was helping her ride him up and down in a slow yet piercing pace, “Your juices are drenching my cock, love, you want me so bad, don’t you?”
A gargled yes was all she could let out as she peered her eyes up and met Niki’s, loving the way his orbs stared at her, mesmerized as she sucked the life out of him. “Would you allow it if I fucked you in the ass, schatzi?”
With a long lick on the entirety of his length, she did not break eye contact with the Austrian as she nodded and fondled his balls, “I’ve always fantasized about you fucking me in the ass, Niki.”
“He’ll fuck you in the ass while I stay inside this sweet pussy,” Zemo spoke to remind the both of them that he was very much present, “Does that sound like a dream come true for you, darling?”
Deciding that her actions would provide them both more clearly her desire for the both of them as she turned around to face Zemo, both her hands spreading her ass speaking with desire, “Want your cum and your cock please, Niki?”
Not needing to have been told twice, Niki then slid his tip in her gaping ass as he nibbled on her shoulder as he rasped out, “How can I fuck you hard when you’re clamping down on me?” Despite the tough resistance of her walls, Niki surged right into her as if he found a slight gap to overtake the driver in front of him.
“Fuck, she got even more tighter!” Zemo moaned out as he threw his head back in pleasure while his grip on her hips loosened up. Thankfully, Y/N didn’t mind how full she felt, instead the overwhelming need for pleasure was more important as she grabbed ahold of the baron’s shoulders and slowly but roughly lifted herself up and down their cocks.
“You both feel so good, want you both so bad,” Her back hit Niki’s wide chest and bit her lip in pleasure as she admired the way his curls bounced along as he rammed his cock in and out of her tight ass. “Is this everything you wanted, schatzi?” His Austrian accent was thicker due to his desire, “You’re gonna be my little cock sleeve from now.”
“There’s nothing I want more,” She was surprised she was able to get more than three words out as her brain was currently being reduced into a recorder in order to capture the moment of her life wherein she was receiving the most pleasure ever.
“And believe us when we say you will feel and receive nothing but pleasure,” Zemo reaffirmed as he sucked on a nipple as he bunched a handful of her ass as he felt the tip of his cock repeatedly poked the sweet, spongy spot inside her.
Niki’s right hand lowered from her stomach and down her clit, rubbing it hard and fast which promptly led her to moan out loud and begged them, “Please cum in me. I want your cum in me.”
Smirking, Niki wrapped his hand around her neck, gripping it firmly as he kissed her forehead, “You prioritize our pleasure more than ours hm? That’s a good slut.” To further prove his point, he then rails his cock harder and faster in her ass and it didn’t take long for him spill his seed inside her with a loud grunt against her sweaty forehead as he planted loving kisses which contradicted the way he had been mercilessly fucking her.
Zemo wasn’t far behind as shortly after Niki spilled inside her ass, the baron was shooting rope after rope of his cum in her pussy’s warm walls, “Darling, you have been such a dream. Now cum for us.”
She was more than happy to oblige with his order and sighed out loud when she relaxed her body and came, her upper body falling into Zemo, her head resting on his shoulder. A whimper left her when she felt Niki slid his cock out of her ass and took the spot beside Zemo; she turned her head around to look at him with pleading eyes. Going unnoticed by the driver, he poked fun at her about it, “Why the pout, schatzi? Need my cock to fill you right up again?”
Bashfully — which was a huge contradtiction from how whiny and desperate she had been earlier — she nodded against Zemo’s chest as her back was getting soft back rubs from the baron. “Well we can promise you that this won’t be the last time you’ll have our cocks, okay?”
Y/N nodded as she reached for one of Niki’s hands, intertwining their hands and smiling, “Will this negatively affect my job in any way?”
They both found it adorable how her mind went into work once her pleasure-filled haze was slowly disappearing. “You’re the best design engineer that I’ve ever worked with,” Niki revealed after pressing a soft kiss on the back of her palm, “That, plus your incredible body and skills in sex, are more than enough reasons for you not to get fired or anything.”
“And since you’re mine now as well, no one can touch you,” Zemo reassured her as his hand tilted her chin up and kissed her lips sweetly. Swayed by their words, she then nodded and allowed herself to hum in pleasure, “I think I can get used to that.”
Both men chuckled at that and smiled, “I think we should fix ourselves so that we can leave. Perhaps we can go out for dinner; surely you worked up an appetite haven’t you, schatzi?”
She nodded and they all then worked to redress themselves and fix their appearances when Zemo decided to take a jab at Niki, “I noticed that even during sex, you finsh first — which is undesirable to say the least,” Y/N chuckled as her hand was taken by Zemo as they both left the office while the racer locked the office behind them.
“I’ll have you know I had months of built up frustration which led to my early release,” After locking up the office he then swiftly swooped Y/N away as he grabbed her ass tightly and walked faster than the baron, “You try fucking a fine ass like hers and try not to cum promptly.”
Zemo just shook his head and laughed, “Well I think we need to have to test that theory some time, yes?” Niki looked smug as he opened the driver’s door of his car and nodded, “I bet you’ll cum first before both of us do.”
“Don’t fight,” She suddenly spoke up and loved the way they both looked at her closely, “Let’s just enjoy dinner first, oaky?”
They both agreed and just as she was about to head to the passenger door, Niki pulled her onto him, “You’re sitting on my lap as we drive, schatzi. The baron will be occupying that front passenger seat.”
As she complied with his order and they began to drive to the restaurant, Y/N could not help but feel lucky to have been whisked away by two different, yet equally passionate, men. Just to let them know, she placed a firm kiss on both their cheeks and smiled brightly.
Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?
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Previous chapter: James Hunt requested to talk to you against Niki's wishes and when you listen to him, he warns you about trusting Niki and what Niki's intentions might truly be
Warnings: Smut, Oral sex (f recieving)
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His arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tightly. He rested his chin on your shoulder. His breath shuddered next to your ear. You felt the curls of his hair flutter against your cheek. You revved on the motorbike, your gloved hands tightening around the handles. Niki’s grip tensed.
“Really, we’re not on the track y/n,” Niki argued, glancing over your shoulder at the road.
You smirked. His voice was strained.
“But isn’t it nice, Niki, feeling the wind in your hair, watching the world go by when that adrenalin hit you -”
“Almost hitting a pedestrian, potentially causing an accident. Do I need to continue?” Niki butts in.
“You really doubt my driving? After all this time?”
You turned a tight corner, and you felt Niki’s grip on your waist tighten further, almost constricting you like a snake.
“It’s not you I don’t trust; it’s everything else. You don’t know what sort of idiots will try crossing the road without looking.”
You turned on the road again and pulled into a parking lot. To the side of you, there was a big grey building. On the side was a blue light-up sign that read ‘America’s Classic Car Museum’. The other day while you were waiting for Niki to finish his practice lap, you were looking through leaflets about what to do in the area, and this museum had screamed out to you. And you knew it would be one of the few things Niki might be interested in doing.
Hand in hand, you two walked into the museum, earning a double take from the staff. A few people tried to approach you and Niki, but he waved them away dismissively with his hand. You shot them an apologetic glance, feeling that you could have spared a few minutes, but Niki had already tugged you into the other room.
Both you and Niki would walk to a car and explain all you knew about the type of car it was. You would tell Niki all about the engineering, how it was made, and what made it unique, while Niki would tell you about the car's history, how it might drive, or how it did if he had driven a similar car before. You entertained each other with the facts you knew for the whole day.
As you walked around with Niki, you couldn’t help the feeling of unease that settled in your stomach. Jame’s words from the other week kept ringing in your mind. After you had stormed away from James, Niki went over and asked you what he had said, but instead of telling the truth, you fed Niki a silly lie. There was no point in making Niki angry at James when their rivalry was already fierce.
Yet was there truth in what James had said?
It seemed impossible that Niki would ever do such a thing, and you shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts and feelings.
Yet you couldn’t shake them.
The thoughts followed you as you drove the two of you back home. They followed you as you had dinner that night and followed you as the two of you got ready for bed in the evening. As you lay down in the bed, you felt Niki’s arm wrap around your side and then pull you over to face him.
“What are you thinking?”
You tilted your head and frowned, making Niki grumble under his breath.
“Something’s on your mind; you’ve been practically silent all day. What is it?”
You shrug, looking away from the intense stare Niki had on his face.
“It’s nothing really…” you mutter.
“It’s what James said, isn’t it?”
You finally glance back into Niki’s eyes, surprised that he could read you so clearly. You felt the words get caught in your throat, the sickening feeling that you shouldn’t tell Niki what James said, but you pushed it aside. This guilty feeling would keep eating at you until you told him. You knew it deep down, and now was the perfect time to tell him.
“How did you know?” you sighed, glancing down and then back to him again.
“I could tell you weren’t telling me the truth. What did he say y/n?”
You breathed in one last big breath, and the words rushed out of you.
“He said you were only dating me to get to know what I was doing to drive so well and that you were using me, Niki. He was acting like our entire relationship was a lie. I couldn’t believe he would think such a thing and think so little of you to believe it and try to warn me. I mean, does everyone think this Niki?”
Niki stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, his lips parted. In the time it took for him to speak, you felt the shiver run up your spine and the feeling of being sick build up in your throat. But then Niki leant forward to wrap his arm around your waist and move you closer to him.
“Of course not. James is a jealous dick. Of course, I wouldn’t do that to you, y/n. Don’t listen to him.”
Niki leaned forward and briefly pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss before pulling back again.
“I love you, y/n.”
You felt the blush rise in your cheeks and beamed at Niki.
“I love you too.” You said, smiling, and you watched as Niki’s face broke out in a grin.
Huffing, he pushed you onto your back and placed his hands on the side of your body. He leaned down and kissed you again, and as he pulled away, you leaned up, trying to chase his lips.
He tisked at you and smirked.
“Eager little mouse, aren’t you?”
You pout at him, rolling your eyes.
“Do you blame me?”
“Not at all,” Niki whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek, then on your neck, and then moving down to your collarbone. As he moved down, he dragged the duvet off your body, exposing you in your lilac nightie. He kissed the silk material, and you could feel his wet lips through the material train down your body. His warm hands grasped your thighs and slowly pushed them apart. He moved his way down your body, and you watched as he settled between your legs. He looked up at you again, flashed you a smirk as he moved his head forward, and you felt as he licked up your core.
He stayed here when he reached your clit, rubbing his tongue repeatedly to tease you. You felt the moans drawn from your lips as he gave your clit kitten licks till he could feel the wetness leak from you and coat his tongue in that sweetness that he had been craving. Then Niki alternated between licking down to your core, thrusting his tongue into you to taste you, and then bringing himself back to your clit to draw more moans out of you. As he did this continuously, your legs shook around him.
As he persisted in teasing you, he raised one of his hands and ran two fingers up your core, collecting all your wetness that was oozing out. He pushed two fingers into you, stretching you. He watched your face as it tensed and waited for you to relax again, getting used to his fingers before he curled them against your sensitive walls and made your hips buckle.
“Niki!” you gasped, pushing down on his fingers as you felt the sparks of pleasure run through your body.
You could feel him smirk against you as he continued to lick at your clit and twist at it with his tongue while he thrust his fingers in and out of you. He curled them against you to get you to buckle against him.
He stretched his fingers out to allow him to thrust his tongue into you, curling it along with your fingers as you let out a loud moan and squealed his name. As Niki continued to lick, thrust, and suck on your clit and core, you felt a knot growing inside you. As your moans were picking up and you were letting out little gasps between, you heard Niki let out a soft groan while pressed between your legs, making your release finally come.
You felt yourself gush and clutch Niki’s fingers that were buried inside you. You were in 7th heaven as the pleasure ran through your veins and into your head. As you slowly came down, you felt Niki still licking at you and moaning between you, determined to keep going though you had already come.
“Niki, fuck!” you shout, gripping Niki’s head between your thighs.
Niki wrapped his lips over your clit and sucked tightly to get back at you for trapping his head. You tossed your head back at the pounding feelings of overstimulation shoot through your body and to your brain.
You could hear Niki let out quiet grunts as he thrust his tongue into you, and you could feel how his top teeth grazed your clit, his overbite benefiting him. He pulled his fingers out of you and instead used his hands to wrap around your thighs and pull you as close to him as possible till he could hardly breathe as he was smothered.
The overstimulation was building into sweet, sweet pleasure again as Niki didn’t relent and your back arched as Niki flicked your clit with his tongue. Finally, you felt the earth shatter around you and you called out Niki’s name as you came again.
It took you a good few minutes to recover, and you saw Niki pulling him back over to you once you did. He pressed his soft lips on yours, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it drew a moan out of you.
“You certainly are skilled with your mouth when you choose not to talk.” you joke when Niki pulls away.
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Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?
Word count: 1.2k
Previous chapter: Your first Christmas spent with Niki, the two of you decide to move in together and celebrate Christmas with some fun times
A/N: This took a while for me to write because everything that was coming out I just wasn't happy with. Updates might be rare the next few weeks while work picks up but soon I'll be back at Uni and I'll start focusing on all of my writing again.
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Your legs cramped, complaining about how long you had been sitting in your car. Niki knelt beside the car, running his hand along the exterior. His lips were parted as he listened to you talk, and once you finished, he glanced at you. He pointed to another part of the car and asked what felt like the 100th question.
Exuberantly, you explained to him what parts of the car you had recently modified for the last race. Already there was an improvement in the car's speed, increasing by a few seconds in the race. Niki, of course, had noticed and was evidently curious about what you had done. Explaining what you had done, Niki nodded and listened patiently.
Abruptly, you felt the hair on the back of your neck rise, and an icy shiver ran through your body. In the back of your mind, you knew both you and Niki were being watched. As Niki knelt down further to examine the car's underside, you tossed your head, trying to grasp the eye line of whoever was looking at you.
Your team, however, were going about their day, barely sparing you two a glance. They had all grown accustomed to seeing Niki around in the garage now. So often, he was there that they joked Niki was an unofficial third member of the team. The Ferrari garage did not appreciate such jokes, especially when it leaked to the press.
When you were about to give up, chalking the feeling to an over-reactive imagination, your eyes locked with James Hunt. He stood at the end of the garage, arms crossed, shaggy blonde hair framing the side of his face while his knee stuck up as he leaned against one of the metal walls.
James was scowling. As you captured his gaze, he didn't look away. The usual James Hunt arrogance shining through. You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. As this staring match continued, nothing occurred to you. Jame's should have no reason to stare at you in such a way; after all, everything between the three of you had been so peaceful this season. Sighing, you place your hands on the side of the car and hurl yourself up.
"Give me a few minutes, Niki."
Niki peeked at you from where he was analysing the car. He followed your gaze and noticed James. He rose.
"What is he doing here?"
"That's what I am going to find out," you say, walking towards James.
Niki followed behind you, but James, noticing you walking towards him, stretched and took a few steps forward, meeting you halfway. As James looked at Niki, his frown deepened, and it felt like you could see ice-coat his blue eyes.
"What's with the look, asshole?" Niki clamours, raising his chin at James.
"I'd like to talk to you y/n, in private," James says, ignoring Niki's remark.
Niki narrowed his eyes, sucking on his top teeth before hissing the words.
"What matter of discussion requires me not being here?"
"A sensitive one, Niki. So sod off."
Niki looked close to snarling. He took a step forward as his cheeks flushed, but before he could hit James back with an insult, you placed your hand on his chest and stopped him.
"It's not worth getting into an argument, Niki. Just give me a few minutes to talk to him."
"Seriously," Niki snapped, his gaze turning to you in disbelief.
"You're willing to hear him out after saying he didn't want me around? He is going to talk about me. He's made that clear. Whatever he says will be bullshit."
You glance between Niki and James. You knew Niki was right; whatever James would say, it would be about Niki and likely wasn't nice, but your curiosity was hard to beat.
"Just give me a few minutes, Niki."
Jame's lips twitched into a smug smile while Niki's burning eyes and tensed face glanced between the two of you before storming off.
"You really know how to rile him up, don't you, James," you say, crossing your arms as you give him a disapproving look.
"I need some fun around here." James jostles, smirking, but as he sees his playfulness isn't making the situation better, his smile slips.
"Come on, y/n, don't tell me being engaged to that man for a month has drained any sense of humour from your mind."
"I still have my sense of humour, James's, but it's not funny seeing Niki upset."
"We're all friends, really. Though Niki seems to detest that word. You know it. It's friends chumming around."
"Is this really what you pulled me away from my work to talk about?"
If James still had any more joyfulness captured on his face, it faded quickly. He glanced to the ground and then back up at you, a solum breath of air leaving his lips.
"You will not like what I am going to say, y/n."
"Then is there any need to say it?"
"Yes," Jame's stressed, taking a step forward to you.
The seriousness of the tone of Jame's voice and how his face had lost its usual charm shook you more than you thought it would. You'd never seen him so serious before. Not even when he was getting ready to race.
"Then tell me."
Jame's eyes glance to the car behind you, then capture your eyes again.
"What were you just telling Niki y/n?"
You tilted your head, confused.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Please, just answer me."
"Well... I was just telling him some improvements I made in my car."
James hung his head, letting out another sigh.
"And how long has he been interested in knowing these things y/n?"
Suddenly, like the last puzzle piece fitted into the image, everything made sense.
"No, James, that's not it."
"You knew what he was like y/n; you saw the way he treated you before. He didn't care. Not until you were winning. He knew you were doing things to the car-"
"What you are suggesting is ridiculous, James! Are you even hearing yourself right now?"
"I was watching him. I'd never seen him so interested in something before. I know Niki y/n; I've known him for a long time; I know what he is like."
"And I know what you are like! I can't believe you are accusing the person you just called a friend of something like that. To lie is one thing, but to fake a whole relationship? You really think Niki would be so heartless to do that simply to win?"
"Of course, I don't want to think that of him y/n, who would? But the evidence is there, and I don't want to see you being hurt by him."
You huff and shake your head at James, taking a step back.
"You don't want to see me hurt? Right, I see what this is."
Jame's eyes widen as he tries to take another step toward you.
"Wait, y/n, that's not- that wasn't what I meant-"
"Niki and I are very happy, James, though that seems to surprise the entire world. I love him, and he loves me, and I would appreciate it if you didn't meddle in our relationship any further."
You turned your back on James, fists clenched as you stormed off, following the path Niki took. You felt your cheeks burn in anger, your whole body vibrating. But what you hated more was the nagging feeling buried deep in the back of your mind that James had unlocked, the doubt of the relationship within.
Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?
Word count: 2.3k
Previous chapter: After winning his first race, Niki asked you to meet him in his garage where no one else would be around. When you meet him there, Niki surprises you by asking you the big question, by proposing, typical Niki style.
A/N: A Christmas chapter in the middle of summer? That is how we roll. You guys know I had to include some sub!Niki time into this series. Am I Cazzy if it is not included? At this point, I am like the face brand for sub!danny bunch content. We've been lacking in the Danny fandom for sub content (my bad) so here you go, a very early Christmas present. I'm sure I will also include more later in the series.
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You let out a relieved sigh as you place the last heavy boxes on the ground. Standing back up, you stretch slightly and take a step back to admire your progress. There were boxes piled on the floors with different labels. It had taken you ages to pack everything from your apartment, and now you felt like it would take longer to unpack it all again. You felt Niki move beside you, a huff leaving his lips as his eyes surveyed all the boxes scattered around the two of you.
"This is going to take a while to sort out."
Smiling, you wrap your arm around Niki's waist and pull his body closer to you, enjoying the grimace on his face.
"Well, lucky for you, love, we have all the time we need before the next race. Plenty of time for me to unpack and move in. We should be done just in time for Christmas!" you exclaim, letting go of Niki to kneel back down at the boxes again, opening one to see what you had packed inside.
Niki rolled his eyes.
"I don't celebrate Christmas."
You glance at him, one eyebrow cocked up.
"I should have guessed that. But why?"
Niki shrugged his shoulders, frowning.
"I've never seen the point. It's just spending a lot of money on useless gifts. If you want to give someone a gift, you should just give it to them. There shouldn't be a day dedicated to feeling obliged to give someone a gift."
You tilt your head, thinking as you take in Niki's words.
"I suppose you have a point, but the atmosphere of Christmas is so lovely, Niki, and I'd love to share it with you."
You stand up and walk back over to Niki, smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck and place a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Plus, I'm certain you will love my gift for you."
As you pull away from Niki, you see his eyes glimmer with interest, and you know you have the fish hooked.
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As you lifted the tinsel to decorate the tree, you hummed one of your favourite Christmas songs. You had spent hours convincing Niki to get a tree, and instead of buying a fake plastic one, Niki had decided to cut down one on his land. You spent the next few hours watching Niki struggling to get it inside the house.
Now Niki was sitting on the sofa, examining one of his hands for splinters and grumbling under his breath.
As you wrapped the tinsel around, you peeked at Niki and watched as he narrowed his eyes and examined his thumb further. Shaking your head in amusement, you picked up the next decoration and started to place it, but your gesture didn't go unnoticed by Niki.
"I saw that," Niki exclaimed, frowning as he looked over at you.
"Saw what?" you reply, your lip curling.
Niki huffed and stood up. He strode over to the tree, placing his hands on his hips as he gave the tree a glance up and down.
"I don't see the point."
"I know you don't."
"We never did this when I was a kid."
You sigh as you place a star on the top of the tree and then look at Niki.
"Which is why I want to make the most of it now. I loved Christmas as a kid Niki, and it would be nice to see you enjoying the same thing I do."
Niki tilted his head, eyeing the tree like it would make splinters fly out at him.
"It's not who I am y/n; I'm not the sort of person who gets into these things."
You pout, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him in closer to you.
"Do you always have to be so stubborn?"
"Isn't it one of my endearing qualities for you?"
You roll your eyes.
"Please, Niki. For me."
Niki looks into your eyes for a moment, then sighs. He leans down, picks up a spring of holly hesitantly, and places it on the tree.
He looks back to you.
"For you."
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You and Niki snuggled together on the sofa. A concoction of limbs intertwined. You have just been able to rest the side of your face on Niki's chest, and his hand stroked up and down your back. You convinced Niki to wear a fluffy Christmas jumper. It felt soft against your cheek, and you let your head rise up and down on his chest as he breathed. You focused on it, enjoying this tranquil moment with Niki.
"Did you like your present, Niki?" you ask, glancing up at Niki and blinking slowly.
Niki chuckled, glancing at the collection of jumpers, car washing equipment and a pile of yoghurts beside the tree.
"Yes, very… amusing."
You smile, your lips curling either side as you push your body up, rubbing it along Niki's side and letting your lips graze the top of Niki's ear tip.
"That's not all I have planned for you."
Niki's head moved to look into your eyes. His were gleaming.
"So, when will I get this gift?"
Your lips curl over the top of your teeth as you look over Niki's face again, your eyes scanning the curls of hair on his head, his delicate brown eyes, and his adorable smile. Pushing forward, your lips pressed on his. Instantly, his eyes fluttered shut as he opened his lips and pressed back on you.
You moved, wrapping your arms around his back as you clambered onto his lap. Niki's arms wrapped around you, though his hands groped your ass. You sucked his lips between yours and felt the excitement twist within you as you heard the little gasp Niki let out.
You pulled back, sliding off Niki's lap, standing on your feet, holding Niki's hand. Niki slowly opened his eyes, surprised. He opened his lips to speak, but as you tug on his hand, he snaps his lips shut again. He gets up off the sofa and allows you to pull him through the house, the stairs, and into the bedroom you and Niki now shared.
As you both entered the room, Niki smiled and stepped towards you, his hands grasping your hips to pull you closer to him. You enjoy the brace for a moment, but there was more than you had planned.
You wrap your hands on Niki's hips, grasping the soft skin, and then span him around. With his back facing the bed, you push him backwards, and Niki falls onto the soft mattress of the bed.
Niki popped onto his elbows and looked at you wide-eyed, taking in every moment. You took in the sight, delighting in the view of Niki lying on the bed before you.
"Maybe I should have you like this more often," you tell Niki, taking a few steps towards him.
"I wouldn't complain."
You climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. His hands reach to grab your hips, but you quickly clasp his wrists in your hand and pull them up above his head, restraining Niki onto the bed. Somehow, Niki's eyes widen further.
Holding his wrists there, you lean forward and kiss Niki again. You can hear a little moan escape his lips as he kisses you back with as much desire, and you feel the spark of delight run through your nerves. You had heard many noises from Niki's mouth before, but never something so desperate and submissive. It was captivating to you.
Pulling back, you let go of his wrists to instead grasp the ends of his Christmas jumper. Hurriedly you pulled it up, exposing Niki's tummy and chest to you. After Niki helped you pull it over his head, you placed your hands on his tummy and moved them around, feeling the slight muscles through his skin, the feel of his chest, slightly running your fingers along his nipples to tease him.
Niki hissed, eyelids fluttering as his back arched up to your touch.
You gently placed your lips on his burning skin, trailing kisses down his chest and over the soft skin of his tummy. You brought your hands to his jeans, slowly undid the button, and pulled the hem down. You had to climb off Niki to pull them off, but soon, he was simply left in just his thin white boxers. His cock was straining through the fabric, begging to be released.
You placed the palm of your hand over it and slightly squeezed, caressing it. Niki groaned, pushing his head back into the pillows as he clasped your hand and held it down, urging you to carry on.
You tisked at him, pulling your hand away and removing his hand from your wrist.
"If you don't behave, Niki, I'll have to restrain you."
You could hear the air get caught in Niki's through and how he splutters as he looks up at you.
"I'm sorry, y/n."
"Good boy."
You bring your hand back to the top of his boxes, running your fingers along the delicate skin above the hem. Niki's hips twitched, his body slightly arching again as you teased him. After a few minutes of playing with him to hear the little sounds of desperation leave his lips, you grant him pity and pull his boxers down, exposing his cock that rested against his tummy, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
You licked your lips, remembering the last time you had tasted him. You felt that desire to taste him again as if you had been starved of it for years.
Niki watched as you took him into your palm. You both watched as a bead of pre-cum started running down the side of his shaft, sliding over the veins that stuck out of the delicate skin. A groan left Niki's lips as you flicked out your tongue and licked up the drip, following the path of it all the way to his soft tip that was showing through his uncut skin. Watching Niki's face, you wrapped your lips around his head and sucked as you stroked the rest of his shaft.
Instantly his hips buckled, overcome with sensations. He groaned, one hand grasping the duvet in his palms while another clutched your hair, holding you.
You release him from your mouth with a pop and shoot him a look as you continue to stroke him.
"Niki, what did I say about those hands?"
Hissing, he let go of your hair to grasp the duvet with both hands. His hips strained as he felt your hand pumping him, and when you lapped at his head with kitten licks, letting your tongue occasionally dip into his sensitive slit, he was close to screaming from the pleasure building in his groin.
Feeling yourself getting wetter, you could barely hold back any longer. You pulled yourself onto his waist again, and holding his cock in your hand, you positioned yourself to slide onto him. A gasp left both of your lips as you pushed down till he was entirely inside you. In this position, you felt fuller than before, and Niki could feel the way your warm wet walls tightened around him at the feeling. You stayed still for a moment, making Niki whine and buckle his hips.
You placed your hands on his chest, pushing him down onto the bed before you picked up your hips and then moved back down on his cock, slowly riding him.
Niki looked so pretty beneath you, clutching the duvet of your bed in his hands, his face and chest covered in a lovely blush, his lips slightly open as he grasped every time you dropped your hips back down and ground on his cock.
When you felt Niki start to buckle and lift his hips up into you, twitching, you grasped the curls of his hair and pulled him upwards so that his face was pressed into your shoulder. You could hear him gasping and moaning as your wrapped your arms around his back and felt how his hands came to grasp your ass, feeling you move on top of him.
As he gasped quicker, you suddenly stopped all moments, and a whine left his lips.
"Beg me to come."
You heard Niki huff, and he pulled away from your shoulder to look at you.
"I don't beg."
You pulled Niki's curled hair, forcing his head back and exposing his delicate throat.
"I won't ask you again, Niki, plus I don't need to move to get off."
You snaked one hand down to your clit and touched yourself, bringing yourself closer and closer to your climax. You could feel Niki squirming, frustrated at the lack of moment while hearing your moans of pleasure.
Finally, you heard the words leave his lips when you reached your end.
"Y/n…, please."
"I'm sorry, darling, I couldn't quite hear."
"Maus, please!" he cried out louder this time. "Move, please; I need to come."
You let go of Niki's hair, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck again, panting.
"Will you be a good boy for me if I let you?"
"Yes, yes I will, please, please y/n."
The moan that left Nik's lips as you moved with exquisite. You could feel him shudder from the pleasure, and as you reached your climax, Niki groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. It only took a few more seconds of you moving on him from him to come. His hips buckled up into yours as far as they could go, and you felt the way his cock twitched inside of you, the heat of his cum spilling inside of you. After a few moments of rocking hips, you felt Niki de-tense. You watched as he flopped onto the bed, breathing raggedly, his eyelids fluttering while his skin burned red. Smiling, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?
Word count: 2.8k
Previous chapter: Niki has won the championship, with you coming closely in second. To celebrate he invited you out for dinner. As the two of you stopped by the sea, he finally kissed you.
Two cars were parked side by side on the grass. The shadow of a weeping willow fell over them. A wooden platform was only a few feet away, stretching over a green pond surrounded by trees. Occasionally the water rippled when a fly landed on it or when the Niki grew bored and attempted to skim a stone along the surface, then looking back at you to see if you had observed it.
Now Niki sat back down beside you, resting his hand gently over the top of yours. In his other hand, he held a silver spoon. Flicking out his tongue, he licked at what remained of the strawberry yoghurt on it. You leant forward when one bit was left, sticking out your tongue and licking it up before Niki got a chance.
“Hey!” he exclaimed, his lips curling.
“I was hungry!”
“You already had the sandwich I made for you.”
“Can’t I want more? In fact, there seems to be a missed spot right there.”
You placed your hand on the side of Niki’s face, and as you leaned forward, his eyes fluttered shut. He leaned forward, his lips puckering, but you placed your lips on the corner of his lips and licked the little remainder of yoghurt that was there.
You giggled at Niki’s offended expression as he realised you weren’t actually going to kiss him.
“Come here,” he muttered, pushing himself over to you.
He climbed over your body, his body covering yours. He tried to capture your lips with his, but you leaned back from him till your back hit the floor. When you couldn’t move back further, he pressed his lips into yours, and you smiled into the embrace, pushing back against his lips. Your lips moved together as your arms snaked around his waist. You pulled him as close to you as possible, enjoying the feeling of his chest pressing against yours as he captured his breath.
When he pulled back to gasp some air, you pushed your body to the side, pulling him over. You pulled him till your positions were swapped. You leaned over Niki while he looked up at you, his eyes widening and his lips parted.
“Like the view?” you purred, running your fingers through his hair.
“More than you know,” he replied, his chest heaving as his hand grasped your rear and fondled it.
Before you could truly enjoy the view of Niki lying down beneath you, you felt your control slip. Niki rolled you over again, smirking as he looked down at you. The two of you continued to roll along on the platform in a fit of giggles till you reached the end.
“As much as I enjoy this view,” Niki whispered as he kissed you again.
He eventually pulled away from you, sat back on his knees and offered his hand to you so you could sit up as well. You two sit at the edge of the dock, your legs dangling over the side while holding hands.
“Have you thought any more about what we will do when we race again?” you asked, leaning your head on Niki’s shoulder.
“It would be better to keep it hidden.”
You picked your head off from where it leant against Niki, glancing at him.
“What if I don’t want to keep our relationship a lie? Plus, you know what journalists are like; they’ll be any to sniff out anything.”
“I prefer my privacy, plus… they’ll make accusations about the both of us, especially you,” he adds, finally looking down at you.
“I can cope.”
“Can you?” he snaps.
“You want me to prove myself again?” you question, frowning, but Niki chuckled.
“You don’t need to prove anything to me.”
“So you’ll turn down a race opportunity, then?”
“Well, I didn’t say that.”
Both you and Niki gathered up the remainders of the picnic and headed back to your separate cars. Niki frowned as he looked over at the sunny country road.
“The road isn’t even, and ahead of us are many twists and turns. It wouldn’t be wise for us to race.”
“There is that one long strip of road just off the right turn. I doubt anyone would be using it.”
“Then it is game on.” he purred, flashing you a smirk as he climbed into his own car.
You two drove along the roads, Niki trailing behind you till you reached the long strip of road. Niki pulled out to the side of you and revved his engine, looking over to you to make sure you were ready. You signed to count to five, and you both sped off when you both hit it.
It was a short sprint. All that mattered was who could push their car faster in these few minutes. You were tied, but you throttled the gear stick, remembering the trick James told you. You drove the vehicle forward that extra bit and gained an edge on Niki.
You had both agreed that the stop line was an old twisted tree just by the side of the road, and you could see it approaching quickly. You pushed your foot down on the accelerator, rushing past the tree only seconds before Niki did.
You slowed down the car, parking it. You clutched the steering wheel for a moment, silent as you took in the moment. A yelp of joy left your lips. You felt excitement burning through your skin at the realisation you had won against Niki in this two-person race. Sure, you had won against him in races at the Grand Prix, but it wasn’t the same with other people in the race. This time you had done it, though, proved yourself, unlike all those months ago when you first chose to challenge Niki.
You climbed out of the car and grinned at Niki, who had already left his vehicle and walked over to you.
“How did you do that?” he asks, crossing his arms.
“Just one of my many tricks,” you tease him.
He sights, looking into your eyes.
“Won’t you ever tell me them?”
“I will… eventually. First, I expect a reward for winning,” you tell him, smirking as you twirl your hair with your fingers.
Niki tilted his head and smirked at you, opening his arms.
“And what reward do you want?”
You bit your bottom lip as you looked at Niki and then closed the gap between the two of you. You pressed your body to him as you wrapped your arms around his body, grazing your hands lightly over his ass, making him flinch.
“Well, Niki, I’d quite like to have you,” you purred, watching his face as his lips curl.
“Then I am yours.”
You pressed your lips to him, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his move against yours. Slowly he coxed your lips open, allowing his tongue to gently dip past your lips. His arms came to your hips and pushed you backwards till your ass hit the front of your car. His hands moved to grasp your ass, catching you by surprise and making you gasp. It allowed his tongue to push further into your mouth. With his grasp, he could lift you up and place you on the top of the car.
You felt lost in the taste of Niki’s lips as he ravaged yours, mouthing against your lips as his tongue pressed against yours. Instead, he pulled away from your lips and pressed his hot and wet lips against the skin of your jaw, nipping it lightly. At the sensations, your hands grasped and squeezed him tightly.
As his lips trailed down your neck, he moaned lightly, spurred on by the little moans that left your lips. The feeling of his front teeth grazing the thin skin of your neck as he dips further down makes the heat pool in your stomach. His fingers fumbled with your shirt, hitching it up. He pulls away from your skin for just a moment to pull your shirt over your head before latching back to the dip of your neck, connecting to your shoulder, where he determinedly sucks a Hickie onto your skin.
His fingers wander to your back, latching onto your bra strap. Quickly he undid the latches, moving away from your skin again. He gently tugs off your bra, letting your breasts be exposed to the chilly wind.
You knew you should have felt exposed with this. Being out in the open. Yet you knew that it was unlikely someone else would appear in this countryside. With the way Niki’s eyes lit up as he looked at you and the feeling of his lips wrapping around one delicate nipple and sucking lightly, you couldn’t care about your modesty. The sensation of the sucks sent sparks flying up your spine and left you gasping.
Your fingers found his soft, curled hair, and you buried your hand in it, tugging it lightly to hear Niki moan and feel the ripple through your breast. Niki licks and sucks there for a moment and then moves to the next one, showering it with the same attention. Then he moved to the skin between them, lettering kissed down your chest and belly till he reached your jeans. Niki was now kneeling down, his body pressed between your thighs, his face only inches away from your core,
He quickly worked the button of your jeans open and pulled the zip down. You could lift your hips up enough to allow Niki to pull down your jeans and underwear, exposing yourself to him. As you felt his hot breath graze your core, the breath left your lips.
He looked up at you for a moment as you buried your hand in his hair again. You pushed him forward, his nose bumping into your clit while his lips pressed up to your entrance. He quickly got to work, parting his lips to run his tongue along your entrance, licking up all the slick that had already dripped out of your core. As his lips parted, you felt his teeth graze against your clit, making you hiss in pleasure and press him closer to your core.
He moved further up slightly to rub his tongue along your clit, twisting it and playing with it to feel you grind back into his face. Niki panted, grasping breaths before diving back in. One of his hands grabbed your hips to hold you steady while you ground on his face. His other hand slipped to his jeans and palmed his cock as he felt himself harden in his trousers.
He dipped back down to your core again, pushing his tongue against the entrance, letting it dip in. You gasped, your head flying backwards as you felt the hot knot tightening further as he lapped you up, pushing his tongue into you as far as he could and curling it against your sensitive walls. He closed his eyes and moaned, making you shudder with the feeling of your walls vibrating and hearing Niki so clearly enjoying himself.
His hand left your hip now, and as you felt yourself growing closer as he pleasured you with his tongue, his finger brushed against your clit. He started to stroke it in circular motions. You whined, letting your back fall against the car as the heat and pleasure increased so much it felt like you would explode. As his fingers played with your clit and his tongue delved into you, all you could do was squeal out his name in warning as you came on his face.
As you panted on the car hood, Niki licked up all he could, letting his tongue explore every inch of you until he eventually pulled away. You leaned up to look at him and watched him give you a sly gin and flicked his tongue out to lick up all the slick of yours around his lips.
“I liked it when you moaned my name,” he says, leaning forward over your body to capture your lips again. You could taste yourself on his lips, and he made you moan against his lips.
“Then make me do it again,” you gasp and pull away from his lips.
It has the desired effect, as you heard Niki growl and watch as his hands quickly go to his trousers, fumbling with the button. Pulling them down along with his briefs, he exposed his hard cock. His head was already peaking out from the foreskin and started to drip pre-cum down the shaft.
Your hands work at his tight white shirt, pulling it over his head so that you could admire his chest, as exposed to you as you were to him.
He leaned forward again to capture your lips and pushed your back against the top of the car. You felt his erection press up against your core, making you squirm, desperate for it. Niki grasped it with his hand and slowly started to guide it in, groaning against your lips as he slipped into your wet heat. You were reeling with the feeling of Niki stretching you open and filling you up. His length was something to be impressed by, and as he slowly reached the hilt, you felt full to your limit, his cock touching every sensitive part of you and leaving you with burning pleasure.
You took a second to glance at Niki, watching his face as he slipped into his pleasure. His eyes were light, his lips red from how passionately he had been kissing you. His skin looked like it was glowing. A few months ago, you had hated the man, hated everything he did, but now all you could feel was a burning passion and love for the beautiful man on top of you as he moved.
Slowly, he pulled out of you and pushed back in, setting a gentle and steady pace as he rocked into you. He had been lightly kissing your lips as he slid in, but now he moved his head to the crook of your neck and buried his face there, covering it in kisses and little bites. You grasped onto his back, sinking your fingers into the firm skin and held onto him as he rocked your body against the car. He moved on top of you like waves in an ocean. As his cock moved inside of you, it pressed up into a specific spongy spot inside of you that made you gush and your legs shake.
“Fuck Niki,” you groaned as you felt yourself tighten around him as the heat burned inside you again.
“You feel so good, y/n,” he muttered, delivering a few sharp thrusts into you and then moving back into the slow rhythm again.
“So fucking good, I’ve been missing out all this time. Fuck your perfect, squeezing me so well. So good for me.”
You felt sparks light up in you at the praise and your fingers dug deeper into his skin, making him hiss.
“Repeat my name,” he growled as his hands moved to your hips to hold you steady beneath him. “I want to hear my name on your lips as you come again.”
You could both feel how close you were. The way you squeezed him, the breathy moans you let out, and how your legs shook from the stimulation. It was all getting too much.
“Niki.” you gasped as he thrust harder into you, pushing his length as far as he could into you.
“Niki, please.”
He continued rocking into you, one hand sneaking down again to your clit to twist the exposed nerves and heighten the pleasure. You groaned, closing your eyes as tears escaped from all the pleasure you felt, lighting up each nerve end.
You kept moaning his name in time to your thrusts till you squealed out his name one last time as you felt yourself cum and gush around the cock that still determinedly drilled into you. Niki moaned loudly, feeling your slick wash around him and how tightly you grasped his cock as you came. He gently bit down on your shoulder as his hands squeezed you tightly. You breathed heavily as you came down from your high, hiccuping slightly from how Niki continued to push into you, pushing you into overstimulation.
He only lasted a few more minutes after you, letting out small grunts and moans till he pushed in as far as possible into you. You felt his release flow into you, the warmth seeping everywhere as his hips gently rocked in time with the pumps. Eventually, when he stopped spilling inside you, he collapsed onto you, pressing a kiss onto the skin he had bitten earlier.
“I’m sorry for biting you, Maus. Was the reward worth winning?”
You smile at the term of endearment and open your eyes to look down at Niki. He was covered in a light sweat, and his cheeks burned pink, but he smiled gently at you, and you felt yourself melt again.
“It’s the best reward I shall ever receive,” you murmur, pulling him into a kiss again.
